"Ah? Let's eat at your house at noon?" Bao Suyun raised his head gently and blinked slightly. He was a little surprised by this, but also seemed to be expecting it.

Qing'er was afraid that she had gone with him. Her children had been well entertained when they were guests at other people's homes. This favor must be repaid.

Even if the other person is a real relative of the family, it is still the same. What goes in must come out. No matter how real the relative is, they should reciprocate with courtesy.

"Since Sister-in-law Cuilian's chickens have been plucked, I won't fight with you. I'll go to your house at noon and mine at night."

"Fifth Aunt, why don't you all come to my house at noon? It's so crowded." Yang Ruoqing said politely again.

In a farmer's house, there are many things to pay attention to when inviting others to dinner.

Adjust the words, tone, and wording of the invitation according to the degree of sincerity.

If the other party is not a fool, he will naturally be able to hear it.

For example, here, Yang Ruoqing added the word "or" in the words of invitation, intending to ask for the other party's opinion, but in fact it also vaguely reflected an attitude that was not too insistent.

Therefore, Bao Suyun's answer was: "Thank you, no need. My sister-in-law Cuilian sent so many fish and shrimps to my house in the morning, and I wanted to make fish soup for Guiling at noon."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Okay then, it's up to you."

Bao Suyun also politely invited the Luo family to her house for dinner at night, but Yang Ruoqing also found an excuse to refuse.

On this hot day, inviting guests to dinner is a difficult task in itself. Only housewives working in front of the kitchen stove can understand the hardship involved.

Unlike other seasons, when everyone gathers together to eat and have a lively meal, this time it is too hot to handle even one more bowl of stir-fried vegetables!

It is convenient for others, try not to eat at other people's houses, and it is also convenient for yourself.

Unless there are special circumstances like Ju'er's, you must reply.

Bao Suyun hurried back and asked Dabao not to kill the chickens until the afternoon, otherwise the chickens would be spoiled.

Here, Yang Ruoqing spoke more casually to Mrs. Sun: "Mom, I came here to say hello to you. Don't cook rice at noon. I went to eat with my father. I bought taro roast from town.

, let Dad and Uncle Wo have a few cups at noon."

This kind of invitation is the kind of invitation that you are determined to win. Even the wine you will drink with the meal has been arranged, so Sun can't refuse.

Mrs. Sun doesn't need to refuse, this is her daughter's home.

"Qing'er, I've been organizing things for Da'an and Hua'er these past few days. They're almost done. If you have time, help me take a look and see if I've missed anything."

Yang Ruoqing quickly stood up and said, "Sure, I happen to be fine right now, so let's go take a look."

The couple came to the backyard and put everything in Daan and Xiaohua's room.

"Oh, there are so many things. If you don't know, you might think that we are moving to the capital!"

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's joke, Sun smiled sheepishly.

Tucking a strand of hair that fell on her face behind her ears, she introduced these things to Yang Ruoqing one by one.

Sixty percent of them were autumn and winter clothes and shoes for Da'an and his family, and there were seven or eight pairs of hats and gloves for Guang Feng'er and Fuwa.

(So ​​many clothes, shoes and socks, enough to last two winters.)

In addition, 20% of the house’s pickles, dry goods, and wild goods are made up of pickled red peppers and a jar of ginger and garlic.

(I’m really generous. Are you planning to let the spicy-loving flowers eat fresh chili peppers and garlic every day?)

Another 10% are snacks for children, and the last 10% are daily necessities, such as salt for brushing teeth, soap for washing clothes, and, yes, a thick stack of toilet paper.

After seeing all of this, Yang Ruoqing's expression was strange and she couldn't laugh or cry.

"Qing'er, how are you? These things won't break on the road, right? Can you take them to them?" Sun asked eagerly from the side.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "None of these things will break."

"That's good. By the way, I also picked up fifty eggs, ground ten kilograms of rice flour, and ten kilograms of glutinous rice flour. I will bring them with me when the time comes."

"Eggs are not good. They will break if bumped on the road." Yang Ruoqing rejected it without hesitation.

Mrs. Sun was a little unwilling and thought for a moment, "I filled the wooden box with cotton wool and straw so that it would not break easily. Those eggs are all laid by the chickens at home, so the children can eat them with confidence."

"Also, the rice flour and glutinous rice flour are also harvested in the fields at home this season. They are not like the ones in rice grain shops. What uninformed people buy for the same money may be old rice flour..."

Reciting these sutras about living at home, Sun was full of experiences.

Let her go to the rice and grain store to buy rice. No matter what kind of rice it is, don't try to fool her.

Just grab a handful and put it under your nose, smell it a few times, twist it to see the quality, and you can accurately identify the quality.

At this point, as the owner of many chain hotels and even a bar that provides food in the capital, she, the big owner of the brothel, is a layman.

However, it doesn’t matter even if you don’t know how to distinguish the quality of rice and other ingredients. People who do big things don’t need to do everything by themselves.

Just take the helm and let the people under you who know that aspect do the specific operations.

"Mom, your idea is good. You are afraid that the young couple will suffer a loss and be deceived outside."

"However, you are worried too much. As long as you have money in the capital, let alone eggs, you can buy ostrich eggs." In order to persuade Sun to give up eggs, Yang Ruoqing drew a circle in the air.

He made a gesture of a big transparent egg.

Mrs. Sun looked at the air egg with confusion in her eyes: "What are ostrich eggs?"

"Um...it's a very rare big bird. We don't have it in this area. I'm just making a simple analogy. I won't bring any local eggs because they are fragile and inconvenient!"

Sun frowned slightly, but finally nodded, "Okay, I won't take the eggs with me. It's really not easy to take them with me because the journey is too far. And the rice noodles..."

"No rice flour or glutinous rice flour." Yang Ruoqing once again rejected these two items.

"I still say the same thing, as long as you have money in the capital, you can buy anything. Even if Da'an and Hua'er don't recognize it themselves, there are housekeepers and cooks in their yard. Those people who take the monthly money every month are not just idlers.

Yes, these are all the errands they should do, why should the master worry about it?"

Mrs. Sun hesitated, "I spent two nights grinding these rice noodles..."

"Mom, you can keep it with me and eat it slowly. My hands are sore from grinding it. I really want to take it with me to the capital. If I get wet halfway through the one-month journey, I will have little bugs when I get to the capital. Hua'er will still feel distressed."

"Insects?" Mrs. Sun muttered, also a little unsure.

When it's dry in winter, these things are less likely to break.
Chapter completed!