Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 268 The feeling of being pampered (three more)

There is no shortage of wheat flour in the village households.

But wheat flour is usually used to make gnocchi, or pancakes.

There are very few ways to eat dumplings and roll noodles.

Mainly it takes effort.

Mr. Sun couldn't remember how long it had been since he rolled noodles for the children.

"What is this noodle made of? Why does it smell so fragrant?"

Sun asked again.

Here, Yang Ruoqing brought Yang Huazhong's bowl to him.

Then put two spoons into the bowls of the two younger brothers and let them eat slowly by themselves.

Hearing Sun's question, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled and said, "It's simmered in turtle soup!"

"Turtle soup? Where did the turtle come from?" Mr. Sun was surprised.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Luo Fengtang next to her: "Tangyazi dug in the small pond at the back two days ago."

"I put it in a tea pot, and I simmered it in the stove when I cooked dinner last night. I forgot to tell your mother." Yang Ruoqing said.

Whenever Yang Ruoqing is at home, she is basically in charge of the kitchen and food.

At most, the Sun family is just hitting the ground running or something.

It is not uncommon to know that there is a turtle simmering in the tea pot.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun was relieved.

The woman glanced at the noodles on the table.

The turtle meat was simmered, melted into the soup, and then lay down on the noodles.

Just one look is hooked.

The woman looked at Luo Fengtang with satisfaction.

Seeing that he was still standing, he hurriedly greeted: "Why is Tang Yazi still standing? Hurry and sit down and eat noodles!"

Luo Fengtang smiled and shook his head: "No hurry, third aunt and third uncle eat first."

Yang Ruoqing also said, "My portion and his share are in the kitchen, we'll eat later."

Sun Shi and Yang Huazhong nodded.

The couple picked up the noodles in the bowl and saw the poached egg.

Neither of them would move their chopsticks.

Yang Ruoqing persuaded again: "Everyone has one, so my parents can eat it!"

"We adults don't need to grow tall, and it's useless to eat. Daan and Xiaoan come over and take the poached eggs!"

So, the poached eggs of the couple fell into the bowls of Daan and Xiaoan respectively.

Daan and Xiaoan didn't dare to eat lightly, and the inquiring eyes turned to the eldest sister Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Huazhong jokingly said: "It's time to stop the fire, the words of our parents are not counted as sisters, haha~"

Sun shi also covered his mouth and smiled, and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er, just talk about it, or they won't dare to eat it."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and said to her two younger brothers, "Since it was given to you by your parents, just eat it!"

Only then did the two younger brothers dare to use chopsticks.

Looking at the family who had been tossing for a day, I finally had a bowl of warm noodles at this time.

Yang Ruoqing finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

She said to Luo Fengtang, "Let's go, let's eat noodles too."

"Ok!"

The two entered the kitchen.

When Luo Fengtang hung the tray back on the wooden stake on the wall, Yang Ruoqing quickly took out two bowls of noodles.

She put the last poached egg in Luo Fengtang's bowl.

Luo Fengtang hung up the tray and came back, Yang Ruoqing had already sat at the door of the stove with the noodle bowl to eat.

He glanced at the poached egg at the top of his bowl, and then at Yang Ruoqing's bowl.

"Qing'er, didn't you say everyone has an egg? What about yours?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing tapped the edge of the bowl lightly with chopsticks, and said casually, "I'm afraid it's cold, it's hidden at the bottom of the bowl!"

A trace of suspicion flashed across Luo Fengtang's eyes.

The boy didn't ask any more, he immediately picked up the noodle bowl and chopsticks.

Yang Ruoqing was burying her head and pulling the turtle soup noodles in the bowl.

Suddenly, a hot poached egg dropped into her bowl.

She raised her eyes just to see him withdraw his hand.

Yang Ruoqing stood up and scolded him: "What are you doing? This is your share, mine is at the bottom of the bowl!"

"I don't like poached eggs, you help me eat them!"

Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

These days, an egg is worth a penny.

The village households raised chickens, and most of them were reluctant to eat eggs.

You have to save the selling money to exchange for oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

That is to say, the Tan family dotes on Yang Huamei so much, and the eggs only give Yang Huamei two eggs a day!

This kid, this excuse, is too clumsy?

"You stupid boy, I said it all, I have one at the bottom of my bowl."

She continued, "You stuffed me with another one. Are you trying to fatten me to death? If you can't do it, take it back quickly!"

She was going to give him the egg, and he dodged away.

"Not that one!" he said.

Standing on the other side, he gave her a fair and bright look.

The boy grinned and said, "Besides, Qing'er, you look chubby and good-looking, like a bun!"

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines.

She gritted her teeth at him and made a vicious look.

"Stinky boy, keep silent if you don't praise others. Are you praising me or hurting me?"

Luo Fengtang grinned: "Hey, Qinger, don't be annoyed, no matter what you look like, you look good!"

After saying this, he picked up his noodle bowl, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and ran out of the stove.

In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing was neither angry nor smiling.

This stinky boy!

He glanced down at the poached egg at the top of the bowl.

The trace of anger just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In my heart, I was filled with happiness instead.

It's such a good feeling to be pampered.

……

The whole family is satisfied.

Luo Fengtang got up to leave, and was called to the kitchen by Yang Ruoqing.

She handed him a bamboo basket.

There is a bowl in the bamboo basket, and a bowl is buckled upside down on the bowl.

"Bring this noodle back to Uncle Luo to have a taste, and save him from burning fire at night."

Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang took the bamboo basket and looked at Yang Ruoqing with a moving face.

"Qing'er, you have a heart."

Seeing him like that, she felt a little embarrassed again.

He lowered his eyes, stroked a strand of bangs that fell behind his ears, and smiled at him.

"It's nothing, it's getting dark, go back quickly!"

"Ok!"

He turned and walked quickly out of the yard.

……

In the courtyard of the old Luo family.

As the twilight began to rise, Blacksmith Luo stood at the entrance of the courtyard without a gate and looked towards the intersection.

After lunch, my nephew pushed the wheelbarrow to the woods to gather pine hairs.

It's dark today, why haven't you come home yet?

What's the matter? This is it?

Just when the blacksmith Luo was anxious and planned to go to the woods to find it.

Luo Fengtang's figure finally appeared.

"You child, why did you come back after going out for half a day?"

Blacksmith Luo greeted him with a bit of reproach in his tone.

He glanced at the empty unicycle again, "Didn't you mean to gather loose hair?"

Luo Fengtang grinned at Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, I sent Songmao to Qinger's house."

"What?" Blacksmith Luo was surprised.

Seeing Blacksmith Luo acting like this, Luo Fengtang hurriedly said again: "I'll go to gather tomorrow, and gather it for my family..."

"Hahaha~"

Blacksmith Luo saw his nephew like this, and knew that his nephew had misunderstood what he meant.

"Silly boy, you elm lump finally got enlightened! Hahaha~"

Blacksmith Luo stretched out a large iron palm and patted Luo Fengtang's shoulder hard.

"Well done, you don't need my uncle to tell me, you know how to send pine hair to Qing'er's house, good work!"

Luo Fengtang was confused by his uncle.

"Let's go, go home quickly, the uncle has to reward you well, how about our grandpa making gnocchi at night?"

"Uncle, I ate at Qing'er's house, and Qing'er asked me to bring you a copy!"

"is it?"

Only then did Tiefang Luo notice that Luo Fengtang was carrying a bamboo basket in his arms.

"What is it?"

"Boiled noodles in turtle soup."

"I'm excited to hear it. I happen to have a little wine at home. I have to fill two cups."

(End of this chapter)