Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 10992

Hearing Wang Cuilian's nervous and surprised voice, Yang Ruoqing also hurriedly followed it.

Sure enough, they saw Blacksmith Luo holding a wine cup in his hand and drinking from it.

"This old man, why are you so disobedient? After drinking this glass of wine, you have to pick it up again!"

Wang Cuilian muttered, put down her bowls and chopsticks and rushed to the men's table to stop them.

Yang Ruoqing held Wang Cuilian down, "Don't panic, aunt, what my uncle drank was not wine, but tea!"

"What? It's tea? How do you know?"

"Look, Dajie has filled my uncle's pussy again."

Yang Ruoqing held back her laughter and pointed in that direction.

Wang Cuilian saw that Dajie was holding a white porcelain blue and white teapot with a long spout in his hand. He was coming to Blacksmith Luo. He bowed slightly and refilled Blacksmith Luo's empty wine cup very respectfully.

After pouring the tea for Blacksmith Luo, Dajie took the wine pot to Zhang Ban's father, followed the same example, and poured tea into the wine cup in front of Zhang Ban's father.

Then, Yang Huazhong stood up and toasted with Zhang Ban's father. Zhang Ban's father clinked glasses with Yang Huazhong with tea instead of wine.

This process and operation are exactly the same as Blacksmith Luo's before. If Wang Cuilian can't understand it this time, then her brain will really be filled with mush.

"Oh my god, Qing'er, luckily you stopped me, otherwise I would have made a big joke if I rushed over and grabbed the wine cup!"

Looking back, Wang Cuilian felt full of luck and some fear.

Men want to save face, especially outside. Even a man like Luo Tiejiang, who is usually very nice to her, would have a bad temper if he was embarrassed in front of others outside.

Even though my intention was good and it was for his health, the act of rushing over and snatching the wine cup indiscriminately made everyone dislike it.

Fortunately, Qing'er stopped her.

Thinking of this, Wang Cuilian looked at Yang Ruoqing with a lot of gratitude in her eyes.

In response, Yang Ruoqing just smiled faintly: "Auntie, don't panic when something happens. What you want to say reaches your tongue. Stop for a moment and think about it before you speak."

"When what you want to do is at hand, pause for a moment, look more, observe more, and remember this sentence: What you see with your eyes may not be true."

Yang Ruoqing's words were sincere, her tone was gentle and calm, and her eyes were full of kindness.

It was completely heartbreaking, and considering that there were other people next to her, Yang Ruoqing's voice was deliberately kept a little low.

That was the decibel and range that she and Wang Cuilian could hear.

However, because of Wang Cuilian's own problems, her face became a little hot when she heard Yang Ruoqing's words.

"Sir, it's better to be born later, Qing'er, it's better that you think things through."

"Auntie, eat the vegetables while they are hot. The Maoxuewang one tastes very good too, you can try it."

"Okay, let me try it."

Wang Cuilian finally thought about eating, and Yang Ruoqing didn't need to worry about her anymore. It happened that the two brothers had eaten and drank enough and were clamoring to get off the table and go outside to play, so Yang Ruoqing handed them over to the waiter. Lily of the valley at the door.

At this point, Yang Ruoqing could finally free up her hands and enjoy the food in peace.

Not to mention, she helped Huang Mao cook the food earlier. To put it bluntly, she helped stuff the firewood.

She only occasionally raised her head to take a look at all the operations on the pot, without taking a closer look. She just felt that one thing was being burned and another was being cooked.

Now it seems that Huang Mao's cooking skills are really good, and he has perfectly inherited Aunt Dayun's mantle.

Let's put it this way, Yang Ruoqing's cooking skills are much better than those of her aunt.

My aunt's cooking is actually a bit rough.

Halfway through the meal, Mrs. Sun came over.

Wang Cuilian was stunned for a moment, and then realized that she had been paying attention to Blacksmith Luo's affairs before, and had ignored the dinner table. Sun was never there. "My mother has been staying with my eldest aunt in her house before. Xiaojie should be the one to replace her now."

Yang Ruoqing noticed Wang Cuilian's surprise, so she explained in a low voice.

Wang Cuilian understood, nodded repeatedly, invited Mrs. Sun to sit next to her, and asked Mrs. Sun about the situation of the eldest Sun.

Sun said: "I just came over from her house and brought her a bowl of rice. She seemed to be eating normally and said she had an appetite."

Wang Cuilian said: "As long as you have an appetite, you'll be fine if you can eat and drink."

If something really happens to a person, the first thing to do is not to eat or drink.

Everyone thought the same, so when Mrs. Sun heard Wang Cuilian's words, she nodded in agreement, "Yes, I thought so too. Seeing that she was willing to eat, I was half relieved."

For the other half, you have to wait until the two-day observation period has passed before you can really feel at ease.

"Mom, eat your bowls and chopsticks while they're hot."

Yang Ruoqing brought a hot meal to Sun and handed it to Sun with a pair of clean chopsticks.

Mrs. Sun nodded with a smile and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, you can eat too."

Yang Ruoqing said, "I'm almost full. I'll go see my aunt later."

In Da Sun's house.

When Yang Ruoqing came over, she heard Mrs. Sun in the room complaining to Xiao Jie: "What kind of food are you serving me? None of it is spicy, it doesn't taste good at all, it's not delicious!"

Xiaojie couldn't laugh or cry at this, "I'm a dear mother, why don't you look at your situation now? You are taking medicine and you still want to eat spicy food?"

"I'm not a patient, and I don't have any chronic diseases. I just lost a little skin and my arm was dislocated. Is this an injury or a disease? Why can't I eat spicy food?"

"Mom, it doesn't matter whether you are injured or sick. In short, while you are taking medicine now, you must not touch these spicy things!"

"Hey, the food is not spicy, it's like chewing sugar cane, it's tasteless."

“Sugar cane is so sweet, why is it tasteless?”

"That's just chewing on the soles of your shoes, it's tasteless!"

"Haha, it depends on whose soles the soles are. If the soles are your own, mother, they will taste pretty good..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiaojie's cry of pain was heard.

"Oh mother, why are you pinching me?"

"You damn girl, how could you bury your own mother like this? If I don't pinch you, why should I pinch you?"

"Is this called mitai? I'm telling the truth, haha..."

"You stinky girl!"

There was constant laughter and curses in the room.

Yang Ruoqing also knocked on the door and entered the house with a smile.

"Auntie, the soles of the shoes...ah, I made a mistake. Auntie, is the pig-killing rice delicious?"

Xiaojie heard Yang Ruoqing's question from the side and covered her mouth and laughed.

Mrs. Sun sat on the bed, fidgeting with the bowl and chopsticks with a dark face: "It tastes terrible."

"Does it taste bad? But my mother came over just now and said that you tasted delicious. She was very relieved about it."

Da Sun sighed: "I ate it deliberately to show her, otherwise she would be so worried that she would not be able to eat!"

(End of this chapter)