Wheat flour is something that every farmer has no shortage of.

But wheat flour is usually used to make gnocchi or pancakes.

There are very few ways to make dumplings and noodles.

Mainly it takes effort.

Ms. Sun couldn't remember how long it had been since she rolled out noodles for her children.

"What are these noodles made with? Why does it smell so fragrant?"

Sun asked again.

Here, Yang Ruoqing brought Yang Huazhong's bowl to him.

Then he put two spoons into the bowls of his two brothers and let them eat slowly by themselves.

Hearing Sun's question, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled and said, "It's simmered in turtle soup!"

"Turtle soup? Where did the turtle come from?" Mrs. Sun was surprised.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Luo Fengtang beside her: "Tang Yazi dug it in the small pond at the back two days ago."

"I put it in a tea can and simmered it in the stove while cooking dinner yesterday. I forgot to tell your mother," Yang Ruoqing said.

Whenever Yang Ruoqing was at home, she basically took care of the kitchen and food.

At most, the Sun family is just a slap in the face.

I didn't know that there was a turtle simmering in the teapot, so it wasn't unusual.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun felt relieved.

The woman glanced at the noodles on the table.

The turtle meat was simmered until it melted into the soup, and then lay on top of the noodles.

Just one glance and it's alluring.

The woman looked at Luo Fengtang with a happy face.

Seeing that he was still standing, he hurriedly greeted him: "Why are you still standing, Tangyao? Come sit down and eat noodles!"

Luo Fengtang smiled and shook his head: "No hurry, third aunt and third uncle will eat first."

Yang Ruoqing also said: "His and mine are in the kitchen, we'll go eat later."

Sun and Yang Huazhong nodded.

The couple picked up the noodles in the bowl and saw the poached eggs.

Neither of them wanted to move their chopsticks.

Yang Ruoqing advised again: "Everyone has one, parents can just eat it!"

"We adults don't need to grow taller, and it's useless to eat. Da'an and Xiaoan come here and take the poached eggs!"

As a result, the couple's poached eggs fell into Da An and Xiao An's bowls respectively.

Da An and Xiao An didn't dare to eat easily, and turned their questioning eyes to the eldest sister Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Huazhong joked: "Let's stop the heat now. As parents, we can't keep our words like sisters, haha~"

Mrs. Sun also covered her mouth and smiled, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, just tell me, otherwise they won't dare to eat."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and said to her two younger brothers: "Since my parents saved it for you, just eat it!"

Only then did the two younger brothers dare to use chopsticks.

Looking at the family who had been struggling all day, they finally had a bowl of hot noodles.

Yang Ruoqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She said to Luo Fengtang: "Let's go eat noodles too."

"Um!"

The two people entered the kitchen.

While Luo Fengtang hung the tray back on the wooden stake on the wall, Yang Ruoqing quickly took out two bowls of noodles.

She put the last poached egg in Luo Fengtang's bowl.

Luo Fengtang came back after hanging the tray, and Yang Ruoqing was already sitting at the door of the stove with a bowl of noodles and eating.

He glanced at the poached eggs in his bowl, and then at Yang Ruoqing's bowl.

"Qing'er, didn't you say that everyone has an egg? Where's yours?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing lightly tapped the edge of the bowl with her chopsticks and said nonchalantly: "I'm afraid it's cold and hidden at the bottom of the bowl!"

A trace of suspicion flashed across Luo Fengtang's eyes.

The boy didn't ask any more, he immediately picked up the noodle bowl and grabbed the chopsticks.

Yang Ruoqing was digging into the bowl of turtle soup noodles.

Suddenly, a piping hot poached egg landed in her bowl.

She raised her eyes, just in time to see him withdraw his hand.

Yang Ruoqing stood up and scolded him: "What are you doing? This is your share, mine is at the bottom of the bowl!"

"I don't like poached eggs, help me eat them!"

Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

These days, an egg costs a penny.

Farmers raise chickens, but most of them are reluctant to eat eggs.

You have to keep the money you sell to exchange for oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

That is to say, Mrs. Tan doted on Yang Huamei so much that she only gave Yang Huamei two eggs a day!

This kid, this excuse is too lame, right?

"You silly boy, I told you, there is one at the bottom of my bowl."

She continued, "Are you trying to make me fat to death by giving me another one? No, no, take it back quickly!"

She wanted to give him the egg clip, but he ducked out of the way.

"Not more than that one!" he said.

He stood on the other side and took a fair look at her.

The boy grinned and said: "Besides, Qing'er, you look chubby and good-looking, as cute as a bun!"

Yang Ruoqing has black lines all over her head.

She grinded her teeth at him and made a fierce expression.

"You brat, if you don't know how to praise others, just keep silent. Are you praising me or hurting me?"

Luo Fengtang grinned: "Hey, Qing'er, don't worry, it doesn't matter what you look like, you all look good!"

After saying these words, he picked up his noodle bowl, greased the soles of his feet and ran out of the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing was neither angry nor smiling.

This brat!

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the poached eggs in the bowl.

The trace of anger just now disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In my heart, I was replaced by full happiness.

This feeling of being pampered by someone is so good.

…

After eating and drinking enough, the whole family is satisfied.

Luo Fengtang stood up to say goodbye and was called to the kitchen by Yang Ruoqing.

She handed him a bamboo basket.

There is a bowl in the bamboo basket, and there is another bowl upside down on top of the bowl.

"Take this noodles back to Uncle Luo to taste it, and it will save him the trouble of lighting up the fire at night."

Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang took the bamboo basket and looked at Yang Ruoqing with a moved expression.

"Qing'er, you are interested."

She felt a little embarrassed when he looked at her like this.

Lowering her eyes, she pushed a strand of bangs behind her ears and smiled at him.

"It's okay, it's getting dark soon, you should go back quickly!"

"Um!"

He turned around and left the yard quickly.

…

In the courtyard of Lao Luo's house.

As dusk grew, Blacksmith Luo stood at the entrance of the courtyard without a gate and looked towards the intersection.

After lunch, my nephew pushed his wheelbarrow into the woods to gather pine feathers.

It’s getting dark today, why don’t you see home yet?

What's going on?

Just when Blacksmith Luo was anxious and planning to go looking for it in the woods.

Luo Fengtang's figure finally appeared.

"You kid, why did you come back just now after being out for half a day?"

Blacksmith Luo stepped forward to greet him, his tone a bit reproachful.

He glanced at the empty wheelbarrow again and said, "Didn't you talk about loose hair?"

Luo Fengtang grinned at Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, I sent the pine hair to Qing'er's family."

"What?" Blacksmith Luo was surprised.

Seeing Blacksmith Luo's appearance, Luo Fengtang said hurriedly: "I'll go gather them again tomorrow and bring them back to my family..."

"Hahaha~"

Blacksmith Luo saw his nephew acting like this and knew that his nephew had misunderstood what he meant.

"Silly boy, you finally got your wits about you! Hahaha~"

Blacksmith Luo stretched out a big iron-forged palm and patted Luo Fengtang hard on the shoulder.

"Well done. You knew how to send pine feathers to Qing'er's family without asking me to tell you. Well done!"

Luo Fengtang was confused by his uncle.

"Let's go home quickly. Uncle must reward you well. How about we make gnocchi at night?"

"Uncle, I ate at Qing'er's house, and Qing'er even asked me to bring you a portion!"

"Yeah?"

Only then did Blacksmith Luo notice that Luo Fengtang was carrying a bamboo basket in his arms.

"What is it?"

“Noodles simmered in turtle soup.”
Chapter completed!