Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11533

As for what Yang Yongqing said, Xiao Mo just thought that he was drunk and talking nonsense.

Because he has said similar things before, and more than once.

In the past, under such circumstances, Mrs. Mo would usually ignore him and let him talk nonsense. Because after talking for a while and no one paid attention to him, he would fall asleep on the table.

But today, for some reason, little Mrs. Mo suddenly had the urge to tease him.

"Yang Yongqing, are you serious? You love your daughter more than your son?"

"Of course, my daughter is my little cotton-padded jacket. The more she wears, the more caring she becomes!"

Yang Yongqing said this while burping, and he clenched his fist and pounded his chest hard.

Madam Mo smiled and said, "Okay, if you are really so open-minded, then let's change our son's surname to mine, Mo. Anyway, you will send him away to marry into another family sooner or later, and you will have to give up your surname sooner or later. How do you think?"

This time, Yang Yongqing did not agree to her immediately. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, touched his chin and stared at Xiao Mo.

"You are a woman, you are ambitious, aren't you?"

"Don't change the subject. Just tell me if you can do it."

"cannot!"

"Well, isn't that right? You said so much nonsense before..." Little Mrs. Mo rolled her eyes at Yang Yongqing, picked up the rag on the table and stood up: "I'm going to collect the dishes. I don't want to waste time talking to you."

"Wait a minute and collect it!" Yang Yongqing suddenly stood up, walked to Xiao Mo, and looked at her with burning eyes.

"What are you going to do?" Little Mrs. Mo's heart beat faster at his fiery eyes, and her body subconsciously stepped back.

Yang Yongqing leaned over and picked up little Mo.

"Hey, what are you doing? I haven't even cleaned up the dishes yet!"

"Put the dishes aside first. Don't you want to leave a descendant for the Mo family? Come on, let's have another son. This son will be named Mo from birth. I will keep my word!"

Mrs. Mo was stunned. She saw from Yang Yongqing's eyes that he was serious.

"Stop messing around...I'm just joking with you." Little Mrs. Mo patted Yang Yongqing's shoulder.

Yang Yongqing was very stubborn: "Your sister's three children all took their brother-in-law's surname. They may not have any more children. If you want to keep the Mo family name and continue the family line, you can only rely on us."

"Believe me, I have a feeling that I can definitely give birth to a son for you tonight!"

Yang Yongqing picked up little Mo, strode out of the kitchen and returned to his own room.

The two children slept side by side on a big bed, and there was a bed next to them. Usually, Yang Yongqing slept alone on that bed, while little Mo slept with the two children on the big bed.

At this moment, this shop just happens to be very useful...

……

Four rooms in the backyard.

"Dad, eat slowly, there are still dishes here, lots of dishes!"

"Come, Uncle Jiang, I'll fill it up for you." There were several dishes on the table, all of which were packed up by Liu from the restaurant at noon. When it came to packing up, no one could beat Liu.

If she wasn't worried that there would be too much food to pack and that it would go bad, Liu would have wanted to pack it all up.

In addition to these packed dishes, Liu also put the roast duck sent by Xu Yuanming and Yang Huamei, as well as the musk deer meat sent by Yang Ruoqing, on the table.

Yang Huaming invited Old Yang to have dinner together at night. Old Yang was missing his old friend Old Jiang, so Yang Huaming simply took Old Jiang over as well.

This made Old Yang feel very happy. While Yang Huaming was pouring wine for Old Jiang, Old Yang also picked up a piece of pig's trotter with chopsticks and gave it to Old Jiang, saying, "Old friend, have a piece of pig's trotter to relieve your stomach."

Old Jiangtou was warmly received by Old Yangtou and his son. His face was full of smiles. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, okay."

At this time, Liu rushed into the main room excitedly, carrying the braised deer meat that had just come out of the pot.

Liu was still chewing, and it was obvious that she had strictly checked the musk deer meat before it was served. As for the saltiness, well, she was not lax at all. From the time she added salt when the musk deer meat was 70% to 80% cooked until the time it was served, she tasted a piece of meat at each step to control it.

By the time the food was served on the table, Liu was already eating her eighth piece and was almost full!

"Don't cook anymore, fourth son's wife. I can't eat it anymore." said Old Yang.

Old Jiangtou also said, "Fourth Wife, you must be exhausted from cooking so many dishes. Hurry up and sit down to eat with us."

Liu swallowed the deer meat in her mouth with great effort and said with a smile, "I'm not tired, Uncle Jiang, you are a rare guest. It's rare for you to come to my house for dinner. I'll go soak the rice crust in rice soup and then we'll eat. You guys eat first."

After that, Liu did not forget to say to Yang Huaming: "Take care of Dad and Uncle Jiang, don't just drink by yourself."

Yang Huaming waved his hand impatiently at Liu, "I know, I know, go and do your thing, I'm here to serve you!"

After Liu left like a gust of wind, Old Jiang tasted a piece of musk deer meat that Old Yang had given him, and gave Yang Huaming a thumbs up.

"The fourth son's wife is a good cook. The deer meat is cooked deliciously!"

"Uncle Jiang, please don't give her credit. The best she can do is to cook the food!" Although he said so, Yang Huaming couldn't wait to pick up a piece and put it in his mouth, "Let me try it and see if it's edible!"

After taking a bite, Yang Huaming didn't have time to taste the flavor, but the spicy taste choked him so much that he almost cried.

"This woman, chili is free? Put so much!"

Yang Huaming complained in his heart, you know what, it’s really delicious!

Salty peppers, onions, ginger and garlic are all added together... It is not only suitable for drinking, but also for eating with rice.

Even if it is plain noodles, put two chopsticks of deer meat on the noodles, stir it, and scrape it, and you can lick the bottom of the bowl clean!

"Well, your uncle Jiang is right. This time, your wife's cooking skills have really improved. The musk deer meat is cooked authentically!" Old Yang also tasted a piece and gave heartfelt praise.

The reason why I didn’t praise other dishes is very simple. The other dishes were packed up from the restaurant and are the work of the restaurant’s chef.

Roast Duck……

"The roast duck is not bad either!" Old Ginger said again, "Mei'er and her husband really quietly made such a delicious roast duck. It's not easy!"

Hearing Old Jiang praising Yang Huamei and her team for their good roast duck skills, Old Yang was very happy, but at the same time he was still modest and said, "It's just blindly doing it, crossing the river by feeling the stones."

"Practice makes perfect with this. Mei'er and the others bake more and more, so naturally, they will get better and better."

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Liu came to the main room carrying a full bowl of white rice. The octagonal table had four squares, and there was just enough space for each of the four of them.