As for Yang Yongqing's daughter-in-law, Mo, her attraction this time was not the kitchen, but the sliding arched door with glass between the kitchen and the dining room.
Mr. Mo stood by the door, gently pushing and pulling it back and forth many times, stroking the smooth and transparent glass surface inch by inch with his fingers, looking at the paper-cut of a magpie climbing a branch attached to it.
She imagined that if this was her own house, she would still like to put a pattern of blooming wintersweet on it, which would be more artistic.
Entering the dining hall, Mr. Mo's eyes were attracted by the row of vertical wine cabinets next to the wall.
On it, there are large and small grids with different shapes and shapes, which is a perfect Duobao Pavilion.
Duobao Pavilion is filled with all kinds of strange-shaped utensils, ceramics, and vases. Among them, most of them are large and small wine jars.
"So much wine!" Mr. Mo sighed softly.
Yang Ruoqing poked her head and said with a smile: "My uncle and my father both like to drink, and these wines are prepared for them. This is a wine cabinet, mainly used to store wine!"
Mo nodded lightly, and then joked with Yang Ruoqing: "You must not let your little cousin see this wine cabinet."
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and the two of them smiled tacitly.
Just then Yang Yongqing strode in from outside with his son in his arms, "Are you talking bad about me behind my back?"
"Who dares?" Yang Ruoqing said.
Mr. Mo was timid and silent, raising his head and continuing to admire the wine cabinet in front of him.
In her heart, she fantasized a lot at this moment, and maybe it brought back some memories of hers. After all, her family was pretty good when she was a child. Her father was a civil servant, and there was a wall of bookshelves in her father's study, as well as Duobao Pavilion. …
However, Yang Yongqing put his son into Mo's hands.
After receiving her son, Mr. Mo suddenly returned to reality.
"What's wrong? Are you in such a hurry?" she asked, catching her son steadily.
As soon as her several-month-old son came into her arms, he immediately hooked his arms around her neck, lay soft and waxy on her shoulders, and nibbled on the clothes on her shoulders and played with relish.
At this moment, Mo suddenly felt that the current situation was not bad.
Although there is no poetry, music, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, there is nothing wrong with the daily necessities of food, rice, oil and salt, as well as having children.
Yang Yongqing said: "He farted seven or eight times in my arms. I'm afraid he's going to poop on me, so hurry up and get rid of him!"
"Brother, if you say that, I, a girl, will criticize you." Yang Ruoqing pushed open the glass door and poked her head into the dining hall.
"You two have a baby together. If he wants to poop, can't you do something about it? Why don't you go all the way from the front yard to the back yard to send it to your sister-in-law?"
Yang Yongqing grinned happily, "Qing'er, you used to hit the mark when it came to fighting injustices, but this time you hit it wrong!"
"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows and went to see Mo's mother and son again.
While checking her son's pants, Mrs. Mo smiled and said to Yang Ruoqing: "This little guy chooses people. He doesn't want his father to punish him, so I can do it."
Yang Yongqing became rational now, and his voice became stiff, "What's going on, Qing'er? I'm not wrong, it's not that I'm not being honest, it's that this kid cares about his mother, and he has to leave this good job to his mother. Hahaha……"
Yang Ruoqing said: "Don't be so arrogant, children are the most innocent and will not lie. He will choose whichever one is more comfortable for him to serve."
"Brother, you must have deliberately made yourself uncomfortable serving him, just to be lazy and leave the matter to my sister-in-law?"
When Mrs. Mo heard this, she narrowed her eyes and looked at Yang Yongqing.
"Having said that, I remembered that time when he was serving his son, and there were pinch marks on his son's buttocks for no reason..."
Yang Yongqing suddenly panicked and shook his head quickly: "I really don't, no, I'm not a beast..."
"Dad, you did. I saw you pinching your brother, and you told me not to tell mom!"
A clear child's voice sounded behind him. It turned out to be little Niuniu coming over.
Come here and expose Yang Yongqing's crime directly.
Yang Yongqing bared his teeth and said, "Girl, how could you frame your father and me like this?"
His eyes glanced in Mo's direction, feeling very flustered.
Mo's eyes were always staring at Yang Yongqing, full of danger.
Yang Ruoqing even laughed loudly, "Brother, your cotton-padded jacket is leaking."
Yang Yongqing was both in love and angry with the little girl, but more importantly, he was helpless.
He is not stingy, there are not many people in this world who really scare him, and the little girl is one of them.
And it’s still the one at the top of the list.
Mo was about to say something more when suddenly, a very loud sound sounded, like something was leaking air...
I'll go home after dinner today, and I guess I won't be able to get away with a meal.
Mrs. Mo groaned, quickly picked up her son and ran to the toilet in the Luo family's backyard. While running, he told Yang Yongqing: "Hurry up and get the paper!"
"I'm coming!"
Yang Yongqing followed him with a bump on his butt.
In the kitchen and dining hall, all the women were happy to see them like this.
Cao Bamei said with a smile: "This Yongqing, someone can take care of her."
Zhao Liuer also said: "Yes, the Mo brothers and sisters are still courageous and know how to handle them."
However, Yang Ruoqing didn't think so.
Yang Yongqing is a difficult person to handle.
When Mrs. Mo was confused and crazy, Yang Yongqing even abandoned her.
Later, Mo's disease was cured. She was a educated person, smart, resourceful, and scheming.
That's why she was able to get Yang Yongqing to be obedient to her. Especially now that they had a son and a daughter, Mrs. Mo was even more confident.
However, from Mo's point of view, if one goes deep into Mo's inner world, Yang Ruoqing can guarantee that Mo is not really satisfied or proud of his current situation.
Deep down in Mo's heart, he actually looked down on men like Yang Yongqing.
A man in his thirties who is still idle and has no education to make sense. He spends his days playing cards, drinking and bragging among a bunch of gangsters in the village.
For a woman like Mo, who was born into a scholarly family, she looked down upon such a man from the bottom of her heart.
But the gears of fate firmly tied the two of them together.
Mrs. Mo had to weigh and make a choice, so for the sake of her two children, she suppressed her heart and lived an honest life with Yang Yongqing.
Since you are living your life, you must live it well. You can no longer be as careless as before, eating one meal but not finishing another, and being looked down upon by others.
That's why Mo used his courage and energy to conquer Yang Yongqing...
It’s not easy!
"Everyone, when you've almost finished the tour, please go and take a seat in the front yard. You are all guests today!"
"Qing'er, are you sure you don't want us to help?"
"Third sister-in-law, you are guests today. Don't help me. Just leave it to me and Duo'er. Your task today is to eat and drink well!"
"Okay, let's just be lazy today!"
"Let's go, everyone, let's go to the front yard to drink tea. Don't delay Qing'er's cooking."
