Little do they know that men like Luo Fengtang and Xiao An, with wheat-colored skin and full of wildness and vitality, are actually the most attractive to women.
Just like some men in later generations who have poor digestive function, they all like to regret and lament: When I was young, I didn’t know how good my aunt was, and I mistakenly regarded my sister as a treasure!
As for the topic of marriage among these children, Wang Cuilian did not discuss it with Yang Ruoqing when they were cooking dumplings later.
The two of them are actually far ahead of Zheng Xiaoqin in terms of age, experience, and all aspects.
Adults don't need to take it to heart at all when it comes to such childish talk among children.
In a few years, when they grow up, Tuan Yuanyuan will go to school, and Jiang Lan will learn to do housework from her mother. When Jiang Xianjun and Zheng Xiaoqin give birth to younger siblings, Jiang Lan will even have to help take care of them.
Those words I said when I was one or two years old have long been forgotten.
If the adults help them remind them then, I don’t know how angry you will be!
So, Zheng Xiaoqin is really making a fuss out of a molehill today!
When the second pot of dumplings was about to come out of the pot, Blacksmith Luo finally returned from the fourth room.
Also returning with Blacksmith Luo were Lao Suntou and Lao Yangtou.
The two old men came to Luo's house with Blacksmith Luo. Obviously, there was something inconvenient to say in front of Yang Huaming, so they chose to come to Luo's house.
Maybe there is another reason, that is, I want to bring Yang Ruoqing to discuss it together.
Yang Ruoqing saw that her fourth uncle didn't come, but her grandfather and Grandpa came over, so she didn't feel much resistance.
Even after saying hello, she invited the two old men to sit down and eat dumplings together.
Old Sun Tou was there teasing everyone around. He first asked how many invitations there were to his granddaughter.
If it is enough, he will eat a little. If it is not enough, he will eat it again next time and leave it for the children.
When Yang Ruoqing brought a large plate of dumplings that had just come out of the pot onto a large iron plate to the table in the dining hall, Lao Suntou smiled heartily and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, then I'll have a bite."
Blacksmith Luo invited Old Yangtou to sit down and eat dumplings again.
However, compared to how comfortable and cheerful Old Sun Tou was in the Luo family, Old Yang Tou seemed a bit more reserved despite being Yang Ruoqing's grandfather.
Facing the invitation from Blacksmith Luo, Lao Yangtou actually waved his hand and said, "I won't eat that stuff. You can eat it while I drink some tea."
Wang Cuilian came over to persuade him, but Old Yangtou was very firm.
Yang Ruoqing put her chopsticks on the table and said with a smile: "Sir, you will be so greedy for this fragrance later, can you change your mind in the middle?"
Faced with Yang Ruoqing's teasing, Old Yangtou said angrily: "Are you kidding? I'm not that three-year-old child? Food and drink are nothing to me!"
Yang Ruoqing: "Okay, this is what you always said. Don't say that your granddaughter is stingy for not giving you dumplings later!"
Lao Yang glared at Yang Ruoqing with a straight face, shook his head and made no comment.
Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian were also helpless about this, but they didn't say much and followed Yang Ruoqing. Anyway, this girl was like this, she was straight forward.
After the two children were full, they were sent to play in the yard long ago and would not run far away.
In the dining hall, except for Old Yangtou, who had a bowl of tea in front of him, everyone else had an empty bowl in front of him. In the middle of the table was a large flat-bottomed iron plate, with dumplings piled like a mountain in the iron plate.
Blacksmith Luo greeted Lao Suntou to eat.
Wang Cuilian randomly put a few into a bowl, held them in her hands and went to eat standing outside the canteen.
Because she was worried about her two precious grandchildren, she had to keep an eye on them while eating to prevent them from running away naughtyly.
Yang Ruoqing came from the kitchen, holding a large bowl and a few small plates.
The large bowl was placed on the table, and the aroma of chive flowers and garlic chili rapeseed oil wafted out.
When Old Suntou saw Yang Ruoqing put the green sauce-like stuff in the big bowl into a few clean small plates on the side, the old man asked curiously: "What kind of sauce is this green sauce? It smells quite strong. Nose."
Old Suntou's question attracted Old Yangtou's attention.
Old Yangtou also smelled the smell of that thing just now, and it was particularly exciting.
Blacksmith Luo smiled and said, "This is chive flower sauce. My Qing'er made it in spring."
"Ah? Chive flower sauce? This is the first time I've heard of it." Old Suntou said.
Old Yangtou said with a skeptical attitude: "That thing will rot if left for two more days. Can it be eaten when made into sauce?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "Of course it can be eaten. In the northern grasslands, people there like to eat it."
"Because it has a strong taste, the sauce has a strong taste. Usually they eat it with beef and mutton as a dipping sauce."
"Today we are cooking dumplings instead of stir-frying. I was afraid that you might think they were bland, so I brought them to add to the fun."
While speaking, Yang Ruoqing brought a plate of chive flower sauce to Lao Suntou.
He gave Blacksmith Luo another plate.
"Come on, let's try it."
Lao Suntou and Luo Tiejiang took the dumplings to dip in the sauce. The white, tender and steaming dumplings were dipped in the emerald green chive flower sauce. The color combination alone was eye-catching.
Take a bite...
"Ouch, yummy, yummy!"
Old Sun nodded as he ate. The old man swallowed a dumpling as big as one in two mouthfuls.
The old blacksmith did the same thing, giving Yang Ruoqing a thumbs up and praising her vigorously.
"Eat more if you are excited, enough dumplings and enough leek flower sauce!" Yang Ruoqing smiled so hard that her eyes turned into two crescents, and her face had deep dimples.
She also sat down and began to enjoy the delicious dinner.
Of course, at the same time, she would also call Wang Cuilian outside the hall: "Auntie, come back and pack the dumplings, and the chive flower sauce."
"Okay, you guys eat first, I'm not in a hurry."
Hearing Wang Cuilian's response from the door of the dining hall, Yang Ruoqing filled half a bowl of dumplings for herself, put a spoonful of sauce into the bowl, got up and went to the door to replace Wang Cuilian.
"Auntie, go pack the dumplings. They taste better when they're hot. I'll keep an eye on them."
In this way, Wang Cuilian finally returned to the dining hall.
Within a short while, Wang Cuilian came out again to replace Yang Ruoqing.
"Hurry back to the house and eat, and don't come out again. I have enough in the bowl." Wang Cuilian said to Yang Ruoqing.
When Yang Ruoqing returned to the dining hall and saw the table, her eyes froze.
Immediately, his expression became a little strange.
Lao Yangtou, who was being stared at by her, was sitting there, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. He held a half-bitten dumpling in the chopstick head and was dipping it into the chive flower sauce.
When Yang Ruoqing's eyes met, the old man's expression was a bit complicated and changeable. He didn't know whether to continue stuffing the half-eaten dumpling into his mouth or put it back.
