Yang Ruoqing's family was treated to a sumptuous luncheon.

After the guests had enjoyed themselves, Luo Fengtang and Blacksmith Luo brought two full baskets.

On the basket, there are bright red words of joy on it and it is also covered with red cloth.

Inside the basket are clothing materials, fruits, snacks, fish, fine wine, etc., as a return gift to the woman's family.

The new son-in-law Luo Fengtang sent these things all the way to the large yard of his father-in-law and mother-in-law's house next door.

at night.

In order to make up for her mistakes in the morning, the bride Yang Ruoqing put on an apron herself and went to the kitchen, where she and Wang Cuilian served the dinner for the family and friends staying at her home.

In the main room in the front yard, Blacksmith Luo accompanied Yan Huai'an and Tuoba Xian to do some household chores.

On a table nearby, there is a chessboard.

Mu Zichuan and Zuo Junmo were playing chess, and Risong and Xu Mang stood behind them, watching the game without saying a word.

Luo Fengtang was busy serving tea and water to everyone.

"Tangyaozi, the dinner is ready. You can set out the chopsticks and bowls."

Yang Ruoqing came from the backyard with a bowl of dishes and chopsticks in her hands, and looked into the main room.

"Coming!"

Luo Fengtang hurriedly came to her side, reached out and took the basin she was holding, and the two of them entered the dining hall next to the main room.

The dining hall is also very spacious, with a brand new Eight Immortals table.

A bright lantern hangs down, and candle stands are placed in the four corners of the dining room, filled with candles.

All the candles in the four corners are lit, and together with the lanterns above the head, the dining hall is filled with light. The beautiful environment can stimulate people's appetite, and they can eat three large bowls of rice.

"You drank a lot of wine at noon. Can you drink less tonight?"

While setting the chopsticks, Yang Ruoqing discussed in a low voice to Luo Fengtang, who was holding a glass of white wine next to her.

Luo Fengtang glanced sideways at her: "Whatever my wife says is what I said."

"Well, be good!"

She stood up on tiptoes, stroked his face, and said with a smile.

He grabbed her little hand and kissed her, then came closer to her and said, "It didn't hurt enough last night, so it's going to happen again tonight. Won't getting drunk make things worse?"

Her face suddenly turned red.

She quickly pulled her hand away from his and gave him a slight squeeze.

"It's useless to think about that all the time!" she said angrily.

He grinned: "Hey, I have a wife, so why don't I think about that?"

"You rascal, I'm going to serve the food and I won't talk to you anymore!"

She turned and left.

Look at her slightly raised hair and lightly twisted waist.

Luo Fengtang's mouth suddenly went dry when he thought of how unbearably fragile she looked under him last night.

I wish I could finish dinner earlier and get into bed with her in my arms earlier.

"Daughter-in-law, wait for me, I will serve the dishes with you!"

He shouted and hurried after him.

Dinner was quickly put on the table, and it was a big table full.

The dishes are no longer the same as those at yesterday's banquet. They were all made anew by Yang Ruoqing at night.

Boiled meat, sauced pork ribs, fish head with chopped pepper, and braised fish cubes.

Roast chicken, roast duck, sizzling tenderloin.

Seasonal vegetable stir-fry.

An appetizer to go with rice.

Healthy and nourishing wild mushroom soup.

There are also pork stewed vermicelli and pickled cabbage braised bacon specially made for Tuoba Xian and others from the north.

Luo Fengtang greeted everyone to the dining hall, and everyone's eyes widened when they saw the table of delicious, delicious and tasty dishes.

Even Tuoba Xian, who is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas, couldn't help but be amazed at this moment.

"Qing'er is really good at cooking!" she praised.

"Brother Fengtang is really lucky to have such a woman who can cook as his wife!"

Risong couldn't help but taste a piece of cold dried tofu that day, "It's not like in my backyard, where the eighteen women can only eat but not cook. Without the cook, they will all starve to death!"

"It would be better to marry a southern woman like Qing'er, who is a good hand both inside and outside!" he said.

"Brother, you are serious that day. The eighteen sisters-in-law must also have something they are good at!"

Luo Fengtang smiled and patted Risong on the shoulder and said.

His daughter-in-law was praised like this by everyone. As a man, Luo Fengtang couldn't hide his pride.

When Risong heard Luo Fengtang's words that day, he shook his head like a rattle.

"Hey, they are all good at competing for favors and intrigues, but they are not good at other jobs."

"Your Qing'er is better!" Narisong said.

Luo Fengtang smiled and did not comment.

That’s right, my Qing’er is so good, it’s true that heroes think alike!

"Why are you all standing? Sit down quickly!"

Yang Ruoqing's voice came from the door.

She walked in front, holding a bowl of white rice in her hand.

Behind her, Wang Cuilian was holding a basin of white and fluffy white-faced steamed buns.

"Wow, you even made steamed buns? I like it!"

Narisong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he was attracted by the bowl of steamed buns.

Everyone sat down around and started eating and drinking. The atmosphere at the table was great.

While eating, Yang Ruoqing felt something was wrong.

What's wrong?

That was Risong, Zuo Junmo, and Muzichuan, who took turns toasting Luo Fengtang there, as if they had made an appointment in advance.

You have to pay respects to him without stopping in between. The reason is to celebrate the wedding.

Luo Fengtang couldn't refuse. If he accepted the wine from one, it would be unreasonable not to accept the other.

The same goes for reciprocating.

Moreover, Risong was particularly good at making wine orders that day, and he performed the culture of persuading people to drink at the wine table with great proficiency.

In short, it makes you unable to refuse.

Until Tuoba Xian and other elders had eaten their fill and went to the hall next door to talk and drink tea, a few young people in the dining hall continued.

Seeing the red color gradually rising on Luo Fengtang's face, Yang Ruoqing couldn't sit still.

It is embarrassing for a man to stop drinking for him, and it will make him laugh at others.

With an idea, Yang Ruoqing stood up.

"This is not fair. He is the groom and I am also the bride."

"You can't just toast him with congratulations and leave me alone!"

Yang Ruoqing said crisply.

Luo Fengtang saw this and hurriedly pulled her to sit down.

"Daughter-in-law, don't be upset, this is wine, it's not good for girls to drink it." He said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Oh, it's okay to drink occasionally. Besides, I also want to join in the fun on this happy day!"

Then, her eyes fell on Narisong opposite, who was holding a wine bottle.

"Narisong, let's start with you and let's work our way up, how about that?" she asked.

When Risong heard this, he was as excited as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood.

"Yeah!"

"I'm not as good as you in martial arts, and when it comes to drinking, hey, Qing'er, you are no match for me!" he said.

Seeing that Luo Fengtang was about to speak again, he became anxious that day.

"Brother Fengtang, if you stop me from finding a place, we will no longer be brothers."
Chapter completed!