"Sister Chang'e, I'm not bragging, but your noodle-making skills rank second in every village. No one dares to rank first."

"Tsk, tsk, familiar recipe, familiar taste, I have been thinking about it for more than 40 years!"

Old Yang raised his head, holding the bowl in one hand and giving a thumbs up to Yu's mother with the other hand.

Mother Yu's face remained as usual and she smiled lightly, "Brother Yang praises me too much. My craftsmanship can't be compared with Sister-in-law Tan's. You just have to make do with it. I'll go to Xingkuina's house to have a look."

Lao Yangtou nodded happily and watched Yu's mother go out of the house and go to the main room.

This woman finally lived under this roof, and he felt at ease.

Yu's mother explained to Yu Xingkui and turned around and left the house.

In the darkness, she quietly walked out of the courtyard door and went straight to the third room of the Yang family at the entrance of the village.

Arriving at the gate of Yang Huazhong's courtyard, she saw through the gap in the courtyard door that there were lights on in the main room inside, and there were faint voices coming from the room.

The courage and determination she had accumulated along the way were suddenly compromised when she arrived at the door of the courtyard. She stood at the door, hesitating, hesitating...

"Who are you? Why are you standing here so late at night?"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded from behind, Yu's mother was startled, and when she turned around, she saw a tall, delicate-faced young woman standing behind her, her expression a little indifferent.

"I, I'm from Yujiacun, and I want to talk to Yang Lizheng about something."

For some reason, even though I am a sixty-one-year-old woman, and at this age I can be a grandmother to the young woman in front of me, yet I feel weak and panicked in front of her.

Coming from Yujiacun?

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head slightly and looked at the old woman in front of her again. There was something familiar between her eyebrows and eyes. Could it be...

"Are you Uncle Xingkui's wife?" she asked.

Mother Yu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "It's me, I'm Xingkuiniang, and that girl, you are..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, and the previous indifference instantly turned into intimacy.

"It turns out to be Grandma Yu. My name is Qing'er. I am Yang Lizheng's daughter, the one who married into the Luo family."

The one who married into the Luo family?

Qinger?

Isn't that the general's wife? She was also the young hero who stayed in the sealed Yujia Village to treat illnesses and save people during the great plague, regardless of life and death!

Yu's mother was a little excited: "So it's Miss Qing'er? Great Bodhisattva, I saw you when there was a plague in Yujia Village, but you were only a teenager at that time, and you were still a little girl..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled more and more sweetly, "Well, it's hard for you to still remember me. By the way, didn't you say you have something to do with my father? Please come in!"

Yang Ruoqing opened the door and called for Yu's mother to come forward.

At this point, Yu's mother had no way out, so she took a deep breath and entered the yard.

In the main room, the lights were brightly lit, and there were bowls and chopsticks on the table. It was obvious that Yang Huazhong and Sun were having dinner just now.

Yang Ruoqing told Yang Huazhong and Sun about meeting Yu's mother at the entrance of the courtyard. Yang Huazhong quickly asked Yu's mother to sit down.

Mrs. Sun even asked her: "Auntie, have you had your supper? If you don't mind, we just started using chopsticks, would you like a bowl too?"

Mother Xingkui was flattered and said hurriedly: "Thank you very much. I ate it here. You guys eat first and I can sit next to you for a while."

Mrs. Sun tried to persuade her a few more times, but Mother Yu insisted on not serving the food. Yang Ruoqing said, "Mom, then you can follow Grandma Yu. You can eat the food while it's hot first."

Mrs. Sun then returned to the table and sat down, then raised her chopsticks, but she ate quickly so she could clear away the dishes quickly.

Here, Yang Ruoqing made tea for Yu's mother and put a plate of melon seeds on the coffee table next to her. She also sat down on the chair on the other side of the coffee table and chatted with her about household chores.

For example, how old is the grandson at home, is he naughty, what kind of poultry and livestock do the family raise, etc...

As for why Yu's mother appeared here this late at night or what she was doing here, Yang Ruoqing didn't ask at all.

Because this is something that my parents will ask about later, her role now is to chat with others first, so that her parents can eat dinner first.

Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun finished their dinner as quickly as possible. Mrs. Sun sent the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen. In the main room, Yang Huazhong took a sip of tea and started chatting with his mother.

"Auntie Yu, why are you here at this late hour? If anything happens, just tell me."

Yu's mother bowed and smiled sheepishly at Yang Huazhong: "Li Zheng, if you politely call me aunt, then I will rely on my elders to bear with you first."

"I came here tonight mainly because I heard during the day that Xingkui was ill and couldn't go to the field to take care of Brother Yang. Xingkui wanted me to come over and help him for a few days."

"Ah? Xingkui is sick? When did it happen? Why didn't I know?" Yang Huazhong opened his eyes in surprise.

Then he asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, do you know about this?"

Yang Ruoqing also shook her head in confusion, "I haven't heard anything about it."

Yang Huazhong turned to ask Yu's mother: "What is Xingkui's disease? What's going on with him now? Forget it, I'll go and see him in person. He can't even go to the ground. Maybe it's serious..."

Seeing Yang Huazhong getting up to visit Yu Xingkui, Yu's mother quickly stood up and said, "Li Zheng, don't go. I just have a stomachache. I'm much better after taking medicine now."

"Much better? That's good. I'll go see him during the day tomorrow. I've been in town all day long to have something to do and won't come back until evening."

Yang Huazhong explained to Yu's mother and sat back down again.

"My old man has been taken care of by Xingkui for the past six months. He is very attentive to his food and daily life. As children, we are very relieved. We are also very grateful to brother Xingkui."

"He is sick now, and we have to bother Auntie to come and take care of him. We are really sorry!"

Yu's mother waved her hands hurriedly, "Li Zheng, please don't say that. If we are the ones to say that we are unhappy, we should be the ones to blame."

"Such a good job, the wind can't blow or the rain can't get wet. To put it bluntly, it's like pie in the sky. I don't know how many people in our Yujia Village are envious of it."

"Xingkui has a stomachache and can't get out of bed. It's okay for us to stay here for a few days. Originally, they planned to have their wife come over to take care of them, but they were worried about leaving their chickens, ducks, and pigs to me, an old woman, for fear that I wouldn't be able to catch thieves at night.

There is no choice, I have to come here as an old woman."

Yang Huazhong nodded, expressing his understanding.

Yang Ruoqing sat aside, peeling melon seeds and eating them slowly, listening to the elders talking.

She secretly looked at Yu Mu in her heart. Judging from the outline and facial features, Yu Mu was the most beautiful old lady she had seen since traveling to this time and space.

She is over sixty years old, and although the hard farm life makes her look haggard, time seems to have a special kind of treatment for beauties.
Chapter completed!