Yang Yongjin looked at the table in front of him and saw a lot of meat pieces piled up. They should have come from his third aunt and her mother's family, and they hadn't been beaten yet.

"Forget it, I'll come back later. It's okay to lend it to me when you're done using it."

Yang Yongjin left.

"Ouch!"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly heard Cao Bamei beside her let out a cry of pain.

At first glance, the hammer was in hand.

"Oh, Bamei, are you okay? Be careful!"

Yang Ruoqing warned.

Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun also cast concerned glances.

Cao Bamei said a little embarrassedly: "I was distracted, it's okay."

"What is the eighth sister thinking about that makes her distracted? Tell us."

Da Sun is a person who likes to joke, so he asked immediately.

Cao Bamei's face turned red and she lowered her head: "I didn't think about anything."

Then pound the meatloaf.

Everyone was chatting and laughing, but Cao Bamei was a little absent-minded.

After a while, I hit my hand again.

"This meat is almost ready, eighth sister, don't beat it anymore," said Da Sun.

"Just take the hammer in your hand and send it to Uncle Qing'er's family in the old house. Young man Yongjin just came over to borrow it." Da Sun ordered.

"Hey, okay, I'll send it right away."

Cao Bamei responded and returned to the side courtyard.

After a while, she came over again.

No one noticed anything unusual about her, but they did not escape Yang Ruoqing's vicious eyes.

Cao Bamei combed her hair and washed her face.

As he passed by her, there was a faint scent of soap exuding from his body.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes followed Cao Bamei's back as she disappeared at the door of the hall, and then she looked back.

I'm a little confused.

Aren't you just going to give me a hammer? Why are you dressed up?

Could it be that the eighth sister likes the second brother?

Yang Ruoqing was startled by the gossip about her, and then she felt that it would be quite interesting if it was true.

Kissing each other depends on whether they have the fate or not.

…

"Ah, this eighth sister gave me a hammer, why did it take so long? Is there something wrong?"

When lunch was about to be cooked at noon, Mr. Sun came out of the kitchen door and said in surprise.

Sun, who was taking the spoon, was also startled.

"Yes, I should have come back a long time ago."

"Qing'er, Qing'er, go find the eighth sister!" said Sun.

"Well, okay, just peel this garlic and go." She said.

…

Under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, Yang Ruoqing met someone again.

It was Mu Zichuan, carrying a bucket in his hand and heading towards the pond.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to the side without slowing down her feet, ignoring his presence.

But he was still stopped.

"Why, do you hate me so much?"

He blocked the way, squinted his eyes slightly, and stayed on her face.

"Passers A, B, and C are not boring at all."

Yang Ruoqing said coldly.

The corners of Mu Zichuan's lips raised a sarcastic arc: "Don't worry, I, Mu Zichuan, am not someone I hate, and I won't pester you. You don't need to act like this."

Yang Ruoqing also twitched her lips: "Then you have to match your words with your deeds. What's the point of blocking my way like this?"

Mu Zichuan said: "The road is facing the sky, everyone goes to one side. I just go the way I want to go, and I don't block your way."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

"According to what you say, can I knock down the obstacles blocking my way with one fist?"

she asked, raising her arms and rolling up her sleeves.

I haven’t had a fight in many days, and my aunt’s fingers are already so hungry...

When Mu Zichuan saw that she was about to take action, his expression changed and he quickly stepped aside.

This girl is so violent, telling her how to behave like a lady is like talking to a cow.

When she said to fight, she really meant to fight.

"Haha, don't you dare to go your own way?"

She glanced at him with disdain.

Mu Zichuan straightened his chest: "A good man doesn't fight with women."

"Hey!"

Yang Ruoqing gave him a look and started to leave, but he called out to her again.

"I brought this copybook from Changhuaizhou to Da'an. Please help me give it to him," he said.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and looked, and sure enough, a copybook from a famous artist was handed to her.

"I want to thank you on Da'an's behalf. You can keep the copybook for yourself. I have already bought it for my brother."

After saying these words, she walked away without any further delay.

Looking at her back as she walked away quickly, Mu Zichuan frowned.

Fame, wealth, material things, nothing else?

What does this girl want?

…

The big room of Lao Yang's family.

Yang Ruoqing walked to the door and heard a rhythmic beating sound coming from inside.

From time to time, Yang Yongjin's voice could be heard talking, occasionally mixed with Cao Bamei's laughter.

Yang Ruoqing paused at the door. This was the first time since she met Cao Bamei that she had heard her smile so happily.

She has no father or mother, although the eldest Sun family treats Cao Bamei as if they were their own children.

However, from Cao Bamei's point of view, having no father or mother, this kind of life of being dependent on others always made her cautious.

In Yang Ruoqing's perception, Cao Bamei is a timid, inferior, sensitive, cautious girl.

I've never heard her laugh like this before.

Is it because of her second cousin that she made her laugh?

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to go in and interrupt the beautiful laughter, but she came here on orders.

"Second brother, eighth sister, are you in there?"

Yang Ruoqing shouted at the door and then stepped into the main room.

"Qing'er, we are here!"

At the same time as Yang Yongjin's voice came, his people were also standing at the door of the wing.

"Auntie was worried when she saw that Eighth Sister hadn't been back for a long time, so she sent me to have a look."

Yang Ruoqing directly stated her intention and followed Yang Yongjin into the house.

This room is the room where Yang Yongjin sleeps.

The table was moved to the middle of the room, and things were spread on it, with meat, pots, knives, sweet potato powder, etc. piled on it.

Yang Yongjin said hello, walked back and picked up a knife to cut the meat.

The cut meat pieces were piled aside, and then Cao Bamei and Jin took the small meat pieces and rolled them in the sweet potato flour.

When it's done, hit it with a hammer.

Beat into thin, big, round and flat shapes.

Then they are stacked together like a hill.

This is the meatloaf, a special dish in this area, a must-have on the wine table during holidays, weddings and weddings!

Of course, those families who don’t have enough to eat are not included.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Cao Bamei smiled at her: "I brought the hammer over, and I happened to catch up with Yongjin, the auntie, pounding meat cakes here, so I stayed and helped."

Yang Ruoqing also smiled and said: "Okay, I was just ordered to come over and have a look. It's okay. You can continue your work."

Yang Yongjin said: "Thanks to Bamei's help, it's much faster!"

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Our eighth sister is really neat at work. She came over to help you, second brother. It was you who found the treasure."

"That's it, that's it." Yang Yongjin said repeatedly.

Glancing at Cao Bamei beside him, the young man's eyes were filled with admiration.

Cao Bamei blushed: "Qing'er, don't say that, I'm clumsy..."
Chapter completed!