Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4223 An old friend?

Seeing his father and brother coming over, Luo Baobao became excited.

"Everyone is here, let's serve dinner!" She shouted happily.

So, Wang Cuilian lifted the lid of the pot and brought out the hot dishes inside bowl by bowl, and Luo Tiejiang's hot pot also started to burn.

The main dish of today's hot pot is meatball meat pie, which is made for the Chinese New Year. Because of the large portion, it has already been eaten in the twelfth lunar month.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the long serving chopsticks, methodically put the washed cabbage and vermicelli on the side plate into the hot pot and ate them hot together.

"Mom, tomorrow is the new year's Eve. What kind of food will we have for New Year's Eve tomorrow?" Luo Baobao asked Yang Ruoqing while eating hot meatballs.

Yang Ruoqing was picking up vegetables for Chen'er, she smiled when she heard this.

"I'm just eating meatballs, thinking about what to have for New Year's Eve dinner tomorrow?"

"I won't tell you now. I'll keep it a secret. I'll surprise you then." She said.

Luo Baobao said: "Mother, can you reveal something?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, shaking her head deliberately, with a look of mystery.

Luo Baobao pouted, not happy.

Wang Cuilian at the side hurriedly said: "There must be meatballs and patties. This is a hometown dish in our area, and it cannot be missing on New Year's Eve."

"You must also have candied dates, sweet and sweet! Well, there are also glutinous rice balls and so on, so you can reunite all year round..."

Blacksmith Luo also added: "Don't lose the fish, there are more than enough every year."

Wang Cuilian nodded again and again, "Yes, yes, yes..."

Chen'er also said with a smile: "Grandpa, Grandma, it's not New Year's Eve yet, and you have already said auspicious words?"

Luo Tiejiang and Wang Cuilian both laughed.

Luo Baobao said to Chen'er: "Brother, what do you want to eat on New Year's Eve?"

Chen'er said: "I don't have any special thoughts, as long as it is home-cooked food made by my mother and grandma, I like to eat it."

He has eaten delicacies from mountains and seas since he was a child, and it is not unusual at all.

Going home for the New Year is to enjoy the reunion and family happiness.

On New Year's Eve, the New Year's Eve dinner is also to have a homely family taste. As for the dishes, it is not the point.

"Sister, do you have anything special you want to eat?" Chen'er also asked.

Luo Baobao bit the tip of the chopsticks and thought about it seriously, and said, "I don't have anything in particular that I want to eat. I have a good appetite, so I don't want to pick anything."

"It's just that the dishes are the same every New Year's Eve, and the way of eating is the same, which is a bit boring." She said.

Chen'er smiled gently, "Flowers are similar every year, and people are different every year. In fact, these dishes that you feel tired of eating now will wait for you to grow up in the future. When you think back to your childhood, think of your own food. Hometown, these dishes that make you tired of eating now will become something you worry about."

Luo Baobao tilted his head and listened stupidly.

Although she is a smart child, given her current age and experience, she simply cannot understand the deep meaning contained in Chen'er's words.

But everyone else at the table understood.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Chen'er lovingly, and said: "I, Chen'er, have really grown up and become sensible, and I still have such insights."

"However, no matter when, no matter where you are, the place where you have your parents is your home."

Wang Cuilian also hurriedly said: "Your mother is right, and we, whenever you want to eat home food, come home and have a look!"

Chen'er nodded.

"Come on, son, let's eat meatloaf. Mother pounded it with her own hands." Yang Ruoqing said.

Chen'er smiled slightly, took a bite of the meat pie, and chewed carefully, feeling warm in his heart.

"Mom, I want it, I want it too!" Luo Baobao stretched out his bowl in front of Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, and also took a piece of meat pie for Luo Baobao.

Then he invited Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian to eat.

The whole family surrounded the bubbling hot pot and enjoyed the sumptuous dinner. The north wind was blowing outside the house. On this winter night when the drops of water turned into ice, the family affection made everyone feel like they were in three springs.

Returning to the room after eating, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly pulled Luo Fengtang back: "How is it? What's going on with Chen'er? I noticed him when I was eating earlier, and I couldn't figure out what's going on from the expression on his face!"

Luo Fengtang said: "This time you are thinking wrong, there is really a situation."

"What's the situation?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "Chen'er's grandfather seems to be ill."

"Ill? What's wrong? Is it serious?" Yang Ruoqing asked repeatedly.

Luo Fengtang shook his head: "There is no explicit statement in the letter, but only a few words, to the effect that he is ill, and hopes to see Chen'er."

"Meet me? Is it the last time? Otherwise, you will be seriously ill?" Yang Ruoqing was a little worried.

"Otherwise, why would you let Chen'er go back and meet?" She said to herself.

Luo Fengtang said: "Chen'er said that since he can remember, his grandfather has not been well."

"I usually look fine, but in fact I have a hidden disease. I have to take medicine almost every month for twelve months a year."

"He once asked his grandfather what the disease was and would it be life-threatening?"

"But his grandfather told Chen'er not to worry, saying that he would live to see Chen'er get married and have children with his own eyes."

"So this disease is elusive," he said.

Yang Ruoqing was also confused.

"What did Chen'er say? When will he go back to see his grandfather?" She asked again.

Luo Fengtang said: "Chen'er hasn't said anything yet, he said he will come to discuss it with us later."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Well, no matter what you say, you have to go back and have a look. After all, Chen'er was raised by him, and he is probably still Chen'er's real grandfather..."

"Grandpa?" Luo Fengtang turned his head and looked at Yang Ruoqing in astonishment.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Why can't I understand?" He asked again.

Although he and Yang Ruoqing had analyzed and guessed a lot about the identity of Chen'er, the grandfather many times before, the result he got was either rich or expensive.

But never connected this grandfather with 'that person'.

"Qing'er, please speak clearly, what's going on!" He asked again in a deep voice.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him with a complicated expression, and said: "I have never dared to tell you some things. In fact, Chen'er's grandfather is probably your dear father who has been missing for many years and has never been seen alive or dead!"

Luo Fengtang's figure suddenly swayed, and his face became extremely ugly.

He bit out a few words from his lips: "Where is the evidence?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Chen'er came back from the capital last time and brought us New Year's gifts, some of which were prepared by his grandfather and asked him to pass them on to us."

"It's a comb for my mother."

"There are two lines of poems engraved on that comb. They are two lines of love poems. My mother said that they were the vows they made when their love was deep in the past..." "What vows?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, and read out softly: "May you be like a star and I be like a moon, and the night and night stream bright and clean..."

"Star? Moon? Heh..." Luo Fengtang sneered, sat down stiffly, then raised his hands to cover his face and bent down...

(End of this chapter)