Before lunch, the hot chrysanthemum cake was served.

Mrs. Sun used it first; two small bowls each contained a chrysanthemum cake.

One is placed on the innermost place of the pot table where the Kitchen God is worshipped, and the other is sending small flowers to be placed next to Baby Luo's cradle.

"Mom, why do you put it next to the cradle?" Yang Ruoqing looked puzzled.

Mr. Sun patiently explained: "It's a custom in our area."

"It is said that when a child is sleeping, there will be a 'Mengga Po' who will play with her in her dreams and teach her many things."

"Let's worship 'Mengga Po' so that she can be kind to our baby."

After hearing these mythical words from Sun, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Not much to say, it’s custom, you should follow it.

Gods, whether they exist or not, it doesn't matter if you believe in them.

After Mrs. Sun said this, she opened the lid of the big pot, took out the hot chrysanthemum cake from the steamer and placed it on the pot table. Then she gathered everyone together to eat the chrysanthemum cake.

Luo Fengtang also came over with Baby Luo in his arms. Baby Luo smelled the hot aroma and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He stretched out his little hand and pointed towards the pot, making a vague sound from his little mouth.

"Whoa whoa……"

Everyone laughed when they saw her hurried look.

Yang Ruoqing broke off a small piece of chrysanthemum cake, blew it for a while, and then handed it to Luo Baobao for her to play with.

"It's soft, glutinous, sweet, and looks so good-looking. It deserves the title of chrysanthemum cake."

Over there, Tuoba Xian also took a piece and ate it gracefully, and couldn't help but admire it.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said: "Qing'er bought the model. In the past, I used to make it myself, but I couldn't make it this good."

The women all laughed and encouraged each other to eat more pieces.

Mrs. Sun brought several more big bowls and put some into each bowl, "Qing'er, you can go over to the old house. I'll deliver the ones to your grandmother and Aunt Guihua."

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Sun ordered.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily, stuffed the last piece of chrysanthemum cake into her mouth, then took the bamboo basket and put the bowls filled with chrysanthemum cake one by one.

"Mom, Tang Yazi, let me go to the old house first." She greeted Sun and the others.

Sun said: "Okay, don't delay any longer. I'll be back for lunch soon."

"Yeah, okay." Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Luo Fengtang followed over with Baby Luo in his arms: "Shall I go with you?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "I'll go and come back quickly. Just take care of the baby."

Then, she waved her hand towards Baby Luo. Baby Luo's attention was all on the small piece of chrysanthemum cake in his hand, and he didn't care about Yang Ruoqing at all.

Yang Ruoqing was ‘injured’ and left.

As soon as I walked to the gate of the courtyard, I met Bao Suyun who was bringing chrysanthemum cakes.

"What a coincidence, I'm also sending you chrysanthemum cakes." Bao Suyun said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing said: "My mother and the others are all in the kitchen. Aunt Five, go quickly."

Bao Suyun said: "The eighth sister is back too."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay, I just happened to go over and see her."

In the old house, Yang Ruoqing entered through the front door of Lao Yang's house. When she passed the door of the second room, she glanced at Yang Ruolan's door.

The door was locked, and she remembered what Yang Ruolan had said before.

Little old Yangtou has been feeling unwell these past few days. Yang Ruolan has been staying at the south end of the village to take care of little old Yangtou. She should be there for the festival today.

Yang Ruoqing went straight to the backyard with the basket in her arms.

Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan were passing by the main house this month. When they came from the front just now, there was no one in the rooms of the main house.

It's this time again, and they must all be in the dining hall in the backyard.

So, Yang Ruoqing went straight to the dining hall.

In the dining hall, Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan were indeed there.

Old Yangtou was holding Hong'er, the son of his third cousin Yang Yongzhi, in his arms, teasing him there.

Mr. Tan sat aside, with a smile on his face, and touched Old Yang's head with his arm, "Old man, don't look at me alone, tell me what our Hong'er's features look like!"

Old Yangtou then smiled and described Hong'er's appearance to Mrs. Tan...

Old Yangtou talked with great joy, and Mrs. Tan was also fascinated by what he said, thinking about it in his head.

Beside, Yang Yongxian, Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi and Yang Yongqing were all sitting there drinking tea, smiling and listening to the conversation between Old Yangtou and Tan.

The atmosphere in the dining hall is very lively.

It was in such a lively atmosphere that Yang Ruoqing came in.

"Brother, my mother sent me to deliver chrysanthemum cakes to your door!"

Her voice interrupted Old Yangtou's conversation. Old Yangtou raised his head and nodded towards her with a smile, "Qing'er is here? Your mother is interested."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head. She still wanted to say a polite word, but Old Yangtou had already retracted his gaze, and then went back to Tan's description of Hong'er's cuteness and cleverness.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment. At this time, Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongzhi both stood up.

"Qing'er, sit down, I'll call them over." Yang Yongjin greeted and hurried out of the canteen.

Here, Yang Yongzhi also quickly went to pour tea for Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er drinks tea." Yang Yongzhi said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and thanked: "Thank you, third brother."

Soon, Yang Yongjin came back, followed by Cao Bamei and Chen Jinhong.

"Qing'er, are you here? Oops, Third Aunt is so nimble. Did the chrysanthemum cake come out of the pan so quickly?"

Cao Bamei said happily when she saw the bamboo basket in Yang Ruoqing's arms.

Yang Ruoqing quickly put the basket on the table and took out the bowl inside.

"It's still hot. Where are Xiuxiu and Fu'er? Give them two to eat first." Yang Ruoqing said.

Cao Bamei said: "They are all playing in the kitchen, I will call them over."

Cao Bamei returned to the kitchen in a hurry.

Here, Chen Jinhong also came over with a smile on his face.

"Third Aunt's craftsmanship is so good. This chrysanthemum cake is so beautiful!" Chen Jinhong praised.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Chen Jinhong then stretched out her hand and took two chrysanthemum cakes from the bowl.

"Oh, it's really hot. When you smell it, it tastes good!" Chen Jinhong said excitedly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled again.

Chen Jinhong came to Lao Yangtou and Tan with two chrysanthemum cakes.

"Master, Nai, you haven't eaten yet this whole day. Are you hungry? Come on, have a piece of chrysanthemum cake to satisfy your hunger." Chen Jinhong said.

Both Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan took the chrysanthemum cake handed over by Chen Jinhong and ate it.

Chen Jinhong hugged Hong'er and stood aside.

"Qing'er, you have tea!" She greeted Yang Ruoqing again.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and nodded.

He picked up the tea bowl in front of him and took a sip. What the fifth aunt and mother said were true. This third sister-in-law is indeed quite flexible.

"Master, how does the milk taste?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

Old Yangtou nodded repeatedly: "Well, not bad, your mother's skill in making chrysanthemum cakes is getting better and better every year. Old lady, don't you think so?"

Mrs. Tan also twitched the corner of her mouth and showed a barely smiling smile.
Chapter completed!