"Aunt Qing'er, you are an easy-going and cheerful person. Just like a man, it is Huangmao's blessing to be your daughter-in-law." Wang Cuilian said.

In this sentence, Wang Cuilian was partly praising the Da Sun family, and the other half also contained some compliments.

After all, the eldest Sun is the biological aunt of her nephew-in-law Qing'er, so she must be given the face she deserves.

Moreover, saying a few nice words can put the other person in a good mood without losing any weight, and everyone will be harmonious and happy. Why not?

Hearing Wang Cuilian's words, Mrs. Sun was really happy and beaming.

Yang Ruoqing struck while the iron was hot and said, "My eldest aunt has a sharp tongue and a soft heart. Although she says so, she actually doesn't really care about the milk in her heart, right aunt?"

Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly: "Hey, in your uncle's words, I am just a paper tiger. I like to talk, but when you really ask me to do it, I can't be cruel."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said to the eldest Sun: "Auntie, wait for me after dinner later. Xiaojie asked me to bring you New Year gifts."

"It was the afternoon when I got home today, so I didn't send you there. I originally planned to send you there tomorrow morning."

"Since you're here, take it back first," she said.

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sun suddenly became excited.

"Seriously? That girl actually wants to buy us gifts? Oh my god, the sun is coming out from the west." Da Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said nothing.

Wang Cuilian echoed and praised a few more words from the side, and the eldest Sun was very happy.

The familiar farm stove at home burns pine hair from the back mountains.

Inside the big iron pot were miscellaneous fish caught in the pond, including crucian carp, mullet, yellow anchovy, loach and some small shrimps.

Yang Ruoqing likes to use the most authentic farmhouse method to cook these dishes to give them a return to nature taste.

There is no need to pay attention to the tricks like in restaurants. You only need to brush enough rapeseed oil in the iron pot, add the onion, ginger, garlic and dried chili peppercorns to explode the fragrance, and then take out these ingredients.

Push the fish into the pot, fry it in the flavored oil until both sides are golden brown, then add an appropriate amount of water and home-made chili sauce, cover the pot and simmer.

The essence of this dish lies in the stew, which brings out all the deliciousness and essence of the wild fish.

When the time comes, this thick fish soup is used to mix rice. The baby can eat two big bowls, and Dazhi can also eat a bowl and a half.

The spicy fish is also an excellent choice for adults to drink or eat.

"When we were in the capital, if we didn't eat roasted fish, my mother would talk about the big pot of earthen stove and firewood roasting fish at home, saying that no fish anywhere can compare to the fish in our hometown." Yang Ruoqing said.

Tuoba Xian said: "The moon is the brightness of my hometown. I can understand your mother's mood."

Yang Ruoqing guessed that her mother-in-law Tuoba Xian was emotionally disturbed by the situation?

After all, she was born and raised in Daliao.

"Mom, the place where you have Tang Yazi, Bao Bao and Chen'er is your home. With your relatives here, a foreign land becomes your hometown." She told Tuoba Xian.

Tuoba Xian nodded slightly.

Wang Cuilian said: "Sister Xian, there are us too, we are all one family."

Da Sun also echoed: "Yes, yes, you have lived here for almost ten years, right? You are familiar with every plant and tree here, this is your home!"

"Take me as an example. I used to be reluctant to leave Sunjiagou. Now, if anyone asks me to move back to Sunjiagou, I really won't be used to it."

With each other's words, everyone quickly suppressed the trace of melancholy that had just surfaced in Tuoba Xian.

In the hall in the front yard, Lao Yangtou, Tan and Lao Suntou were all there. Everyone was talking to Luo Fengtang and Xiao An.

Asking about what happened on the southwest battlefield, Luo Fengtang wisely gave up the power of explanation to Xiao An. Most of the time, he sat quietly aside drinking tea and occasionally added a few words.

Then, he was always ready to refill the tea for the elders present, and from time to time he had to pay attention to Dazhi, the baby, and the little girls of Yang Ruolan's family who were playing at the small table next to them.

When the sound of dinner being served came from the backyard, Luo Fengtang quickly stood up and cleared the table.

The table was soon filled with hot and fragrant farm food, including chicken, duck, and fish, as well as vegetables and desserts.

The whole family sat down around the table in a lively manner. The cold wind howled outside and was mixed with snowflakes the size of catkins.

Inside the house, it was warm as spring.

Yang Ruoqing personally served the two children with food, removed all the spines from the fish, and placed it on the small table.

Seeing the two of them facing each other, holding chopsticks in one hand and a small spoon in the other, eating the food she cooked with relish, she suddenly felt moved and wanted to cry.

…

At night, after taking a bath, Yang Ruoqing took the two children back to the bedroom in the backyard and let them do their homework.

Every day, the teachers in the school will give them a proper amount of homework, such as writing, reading, memorizing and so on.

Dazhi, on the other hand, picked up his small schoolbag and left without saying a word. Luo Baobao's eyes rolled.

Finally, she came to Luo Fengtang, hugged his legs, raised her head and begged sincerely: "Dad, it's a big joy for you to go home today. Can you give the baby a rest on this happy day?"

A holiday?"

"What?"

Her father didn't fully understand what she meant for a while.

Luo Baobao bit his lip and said again with a little anxiety and luck: "That is, can I not do my homework tonight?"

Before Luo Fengtang could speak, a rather stern voice intervened.

"Can't!"

Hearing this voice, Luo Baobao turned his head and saw Yang Ruoqing walking towards him.

The little guy suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball, but with that little look in his eyes, it was clear that he still wanted to struggle one last time.

However, Yang Ruoqing directly interrupted her thoughts: "You can't encourage your laziness. You must complete your homework on time every day. This is what a student should do."

"Besides, considering that you are still young, your husband has not assigned too many homework assignments. Hurry up and go do your homework with Brother Dazhi. After you finish your homework, Mom will tell you a story."

Give a piece of candy with a slap, this is the experience gained by Yang Ruoqing and Luo Baobao during their long-term "struggle".

The reason why experience is called experience is that it works.

Sure enough, Baby Luo took the bait.

"Mom, you must keep your word!" she said.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes and thought to herself, are your mother and my character so unbearable in the heart of a little girl like you?

Luo Baobao chuckled, then made a face with Luo Fengtang, picked up his small schoolbag and caught up with Dazhi.

While the two children were doing their homework, Luo Fengtang went to Tuoba Xian's house to talk to his mother.

Yang Ruoqing took a ledger and looked at it while accompanying the two children to do their homework.

After finishing her homework, she told them three stories in one breath, and then went to bed.

Dazhi obediently went back to his room to sleep.
Chapter completed!