Yang Ruoqing shook her head, smiled and came to the stove and sat down: "Didn't Xiao An tell you? For children like us who grew up in a village, cooking is the most interesting thing."

"ah?"

Under He Lian'er's blank gaze, Yang Ruoqing first looked up at the color of the bowl of fried pork slices in the pot, judged the appropriate heat level, and then directly threw a handful of firewood into the stove.

The firelight reflected her friendly smile, and she continued to say to He Lian'er: "Xiao An treats you as a sister, just call me Sister Qing'er from now on. There is no need to call me Mrs. Luo, Mrs. Luo, that is for outsiders."

call."

After saying that, Yang Ruoqing smiled and winked at He Lian'er, who was stunned.

To be honest, I made my own money by calling her sister.

He Lian'er is fifteen years old, and Baby Luo is thirteen. Seriously, I can be her old aunt.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly happy to call her sister now, feeling as if she was much younger.

…

Lunch was placed in front of He's father's bed at noon. This was to make it easier for He's father, the head of the family, to entertain guests.

In fact, Yang Huazhong and the others didn't want to work for He's father at all. On the one hand, they didn't want him to suffer because he was a patient after all, and on the other hand, they didn't really treat him as a guest.

Since taking care of the He family is a burden that Xiao An is determined to carry on his shoulders, it is also the burden of Yang Huazhong and Sun. The couple just want to work hard to help Xiao An share the burden.

But from the perspective of He's father, he insisted on serving the dishes himself to entertain the guests.

This is also directed at Xiao An.

In the eyes of He's father, Xiao An is now not a biological son but is better than a biological son. Since it is Xiao An's parents who are here, they are the most distinguished guests of the He family. He is the head of the family after all. If he does not entertain guests, he will lose his etiquette.

, you will also blame yourself!

"Everyone, please eat more. Sister Lian'er and I cooked this jointly. You can't let it down."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and brought a bowl of egg and meatball soup and placed it in the middle of the table. It was placed together with braised fish and pork belly stir-fried with pickled peppers. It was colorful and really beautiful.

Behind him, He Lian'er also brought white rice and set it aside. This dazzling array of dishes scored high marks just for the visual effect.

"I just asked you to prepare a few meals. Why do you prepare so many dishes? I can't even finish them!"

Mrs. Sun looked at the dishes on the table with shock on her face.

Mother He smiled and said nothing, and the chopsticks in her hands were busy helping Sun pick vegetables.

Mrs. Sun noticed it and quickly picked up her bowl to avoid it. Mother He launched an attack, and the two women were pushing and pulling, saying all kinds of polite words.

At one point, Ms. Sun even stood up from the stool and moved aside while holding the bowl. The chopsticks in Mother He's hand were replaced by a large wooden spoon with a long handle, and she slowly scooped up a spoonful of meatballs and chased after Mr. Sun...

Yang Ruoqing is not surprised by such a scene. Every time she invites guests to dinner, the scene of "you chasing me" will inevitably happen between the women.

I originally thought that this was a scene that could only be seen between women from farmers' families visiting relatives, but I didn't expect that He's mother, who had been living in Qing'an County, would also like this.

Xiao An took a few mouthfuls of food from the bowl, then turned to look at the tug-of-war between Mother He and Mrs. Sun, and couldn't help but laugh.

Laughing and laughing at the same time, just like when I was a child, when there was a big opera in the village, the men squatted under the stage with their necks raised and ate fried dough sticks and twists while watching the opera, laughing so stupidly.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but slap him on the head and said angrily: "You just watch the fun and don't think about why there are more and more vegetables in your bowl?"

Xiao An turned his head at her reminder and found He Lian'er standing beside him, holding a big male chopstick in his little hand and busy putting fish meat into his bowl!

Seeing him looking over, He Lian'er's face instantly turned red and she lowered her head. After dragging a piece of fish meat from the belly of the fish into Xiao An's bowl, she lowered her head and went to greet Yang Huazhong and the others.

Xiao An looked down at the big bowl in his hand again. It was all filled with hard vegetables, and the thorns in the fish seemed to have been picked out.

This girl, it’s true!

"We've all been given the hard vegetables, so Uncle He and Aunt He, what are you going to eat?" Xiao An asked.

Father He smiled and waved his hands, his smile was a bit ashamed, and his words were self-deprecating but humorous: "The wool comes from the sheep. These things are all brought by your family, so you are not polite and eat them with open belly!"

"

Everyone must be satisfied with the meal. Although Father He could not drink alcohol himself, he persuaded Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou brothers to drink a lot, and drank with them with tea instead of wine until they both had red faces and seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Okay, Father He just stopped.

Between men, the best way to greet each other is to let the other person drink and enjoy themselves.

But the woman's side is different, she just tries hard to persuade her.

So this is why when there is a large banquet, there are almost no dishes left on the women's table at the end, while the men's table is nearing the end and there are only a few dishes on the table. This is the difference.

Anyway, after eating this meal, both men and women will have a great time.

"Sister Lian'er, despite her young age, is really good at cooking. I, the person who calls me to lose weight every day, actually drank two big bowls!"

After the meal, Yang Ruoqing rubbed her belly and joked with a smile.

He Lian'er pursed her lips and smiled, a shy smile, but her eyes were very satisfied.

"Qing'er, you praise her too much, that's all you don't dislike her!" A meal brought everyone closer together again, and He's mother also changed her tune under Sun's strong suggestion, no longer Mrs. Luo, Mrs. Luo

Instead of calling him, he turned to address him in the tone of his elders.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "I'm very serious. Sister Lian'er's skills are enough to open a restaurant."

He's mother smiled and glanced at He's father, and said proudly: "I'm not afraid of your jokes. I remember when Lian'er's father opened the morning tea shop, the business was pretty good, and many repeat customers praised him.

You can control the saltiness and saltiness well, and the fillings of the steamed buns and dumplings are more flavorful than others. Lian'er may have inherited this from her father."

Yang Ruoqing nodded. If He's father hadn't collapsed and the family had reopened the shop, they would still have been able to make ends meet.

But it is a pity that the backbone of the family, Father He, has collapsed. The future of this family is uncertain. Fortunately, Xiao An stepped forward to shoulder the burden. Otherwise, they would really have become a lonely boat drifting on the dark sea. If a wave comes, they will be wiped out.

That kind of.

"When his legs are healed, you can open up the shop and we can try Lian'er's father's craftsmanship." Yang Huazhong said.

Mother He nodded.

Father He's smile was a little bitter, and he subconsciously touched his unconscious leg and sighed, "I'm also looking forward to the day when I can burn the eight signature pieces of our morning tea shop for you, but this leg... I'm afraid...
Chapter completed!