Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Good atmosphere

"Living with the closest person, why don't you worry about it, mother?"

Regarding this issue, Mrs. Sun also had her own understanding, and argued: "Of course don't worry, don't talk about anything else, just talk about the taste of Da'an's food. If a woman marries outside, she can understand Da'an like Hua'er Do you like it?"

This rebuttal made Yang Ruoqing laugh again.

According to this logic, child brides-in-law and child husbands have to become popular?
"Mother, let me ask you, you and my father didn't know each other when we were young, and we didn't know each other's food preferences. Why did you marry him later and know his taste thoroughly?"

Sun said without hesitation: "I married your father, of course I have to ask him what he likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat."

"Live for a long time, even if you don't ask, you can tell by looking. It's not difficult."

Yang Ruoqing said: "That's right, it's not difficult, so it doesn't matter who Da'an marries, as long as he is the one you like, we don't have to worry about him having a bad life."

"Of course, it's better if it's a flower, and you know the root and the bottom."

The last sentence was to take care of Sun Shi's feelings, and he said it deliberately along with her.

To put it bluntly, whoever marries whomever is arranged by fate.

If it is really hopeless to fall in love with a woman who can't do anything, maybe the person who goes up and down the hall will be replaced by Da'an.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to endure things in the world, so others don't need to worry blindly.

The two mothers discussed all the way into the kitchen, and while they were talking, they prepared a plate of fried peanuts, cold radish leaves, and made twice-cooked pork with the half bowl of pork belly left over at noon.

Mrs. Sun wanted to scramble eggs again, but was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

"It's almost mother, they just want to drink, these three small dishes are enough to drink, any more is a waste."

"OK then!"

When Mrs. Sun returned to the main room with the wine and dishes, Yang Huaming's eyes lit up.

"Sister-in-law three, you are too grand."

Mrs. Sun smiled, arranged the wine cup and chopsticks in turn, and put a pair of chopsticks in front of Yang Huazhong, then sat back on her stool and continued her sewing.

Yang Ruoqing took a bowl of warm milk and put it in front of Yang Huazhong, "Father, drink this, imagine it as wine."

Originally, Yang Huazhong saw Yang Huaming slap open the wine jar, smelling the aroma of the wine and still licking his lips.

Seeing the milk in the bowl now, he froze for a moment.

"Why do you give me something so good to drink? Duo'er specially sent it for you to drink. You drink what you drink."

Yang Huazhong quickly pushed the milk bowl in his hand over.

Yang Ruoqing pushed the bowl back again: "Father, drink it, I can't drink any more after eating too much tonight, if you don't drink it, you can't put it until tomorrow, it will spoil."

Xiaoduo and the others have a cow in the playground, Jiaojiao was in poor health, and Luo Fengtang and the others managed to get it back from outside.

Now Jiaojiao's health is much better, which shows that the milk is very effective in conditioning the child's body.

So after Xiaoduo heard that Yang Ruoqing was pregnant, she asked Xiang Shengnan to bring her milk every now and then.

Yang Ruoqing said several times, telling them not to send them off, the pasture is so busy with raising cattle, and it takes a lot of effort to mow the cattle every day.

But Xiaoduo didn't listen to what she said, especially when she later heard that Yang Ruoqing had two babies in her belly, she sent Xiang Shengnan to deliver milk every day.

Luo Fengtang discussed this with Yang Ruoqing, Xiang Shengnan should not rush back and forth, he would go to the pasture to fetch it by himself every day.

Today, Yang Ruoqing drank a bowl in the morning, so it's not bad for the bowl in the evening.

"Third brother, since this is Qing'er's filial piety to you, you can drink it, don't be too polite to delay our drinking time." Yang Huaming said with a smile, and when he spoke, he couldn't wait to sip half of the wine.

Yang Huazhong had no choice but to give up, holding the bowl with relief in his eyes.

Although this stuff is good, but he really can't get used to it, it's just a good intention of my daughter, and I can't live up to it.

"Come on, Dad, come on." Yang Huaming came to Old Yang with the wine jar in both hands.

The old man pushed the empty wine cup in front of him so that Yang Huaming could pour him wine.

"Come on, dad, let's touch one first."

"Third brother, you substitute milk for wine."

The father and son met for a round, and Yang Huazhong raised his chopsticks to greet everyone: "Don't just drink, come, eat some food."

The father and son ate vegetables and drank wine, and they even started a family routine.

Not far away, Mrs. Sun was immersed in her needlework, Wuxia not caring about the movement at the table.

But Yang Ruoqing held the warm boiled water in her hand and sipped it, but her eyes turned around the father and son.

The four of them, father and son, haven't sat at the same table drinking so calmly like tonight for several years, right?
Not to mention, this picture is really harmonious, far better than their quarreling blushing and thick necks.

So, as a family, it is better to be together in a friendly manner, and the people around you will also live a comfortable life.

"Third, fourth, fifth, this cup of wine is my respect to you all."

Old Yang raised the wine in his hand again.

This was the first time the old man took the initiative to toast his sons. The old man seemed a little embarrassed, so that he didn't dare to look directly at his three sons.

As for the three sons, they were also very surprised, and a little flattered.

The eyes of the three brothers secretly met, and they planned to send the most eloquent Yang Huaming to speak out.

"Father, you can't do it, we should toast you..."

"No, fourth, listen to me." Old Yang said.

"Okay, Dad, tell me."

"This time, your brother-in-law was able to make a lot of fun, and he was buried in the ground smoothly, thanks to your brothers." Old Yang said.

"You take the lead, lead Yongjin them, contribute money and effort,"

Turning his gaze, Old Yang glanced at Mrs. Sun and Yang Ruoqing again: "Of course, the female family members of our family are all good, and they are all doing their best, especially Qing'er, who has seen through Yang Huasheng's schemes wisely and bravely... "

Speaking of Yang Huasheng, Old Yang's eyes suddenly went straight, and the wine cup he was holding almost fell on the table.

Yang Huaming also patted his head violently, and said repeatedly: "Oops, why did you forget all about this?"

The needle in Sun's hand almost poked her finger, and she raised her head in astonishment, but looked at Yang Ruoqing.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she was holding a tea bowl and drinking water leisurely.

"What's the matter? You... what's going on here?" Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou were at a loss. The good atmosphere that just came up didn't last for a meal. What's wrong?

Old Yang was the first to recover. He said to their brothers with a pale face, "Hua Sheng, Hua Sheng and Yong Bing are still locked up. I'm too busy, so I forgot about it!"

Yang Huaming was also full of anxiety, and he couldn't laugh or cry in his anxiety: "It's been three to five days, and his mother-in-law hasn't come to make a fuss, and no one around has reminded me, and I forgot all about it!"

"Their father and son, shouldn't they starve to death?"

(End of this chapter)