"Living with the people closest to you, mother, why do you have to worry about it?"

Regarding this issue, Mrs. Sun also had her own understanding and argued: "Of course I don't worry about it. Let's just talk about the taste of food in Da'an. If a woman married outside can understand Da'an like Hua'er does,

Do you like it?"

This argument made Yang Ruoqing laugh again.

According to this logic, child brides and child brides must still become popular?

"Mom, let me ask you, you and my father didn't know each other when we were young, and we didn't know each other's food preferences. Why did you later marry him and know his taste so well?"

Sun said without thinking: "I married your father, so of course I have to ask him what he likes to eat and what he doesn't like to eat."

"If you live a long life, you can see it even if you don't ask. It's not difficult."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Isn't that right? It's not difficult, so it doesn't matter who Da'an marries, as long as he is the one he likes, we don't have to worry about him having a bad life."

"Of course, it's better if it's a flower. You know everything."

The last sentence was said in order to take care of Mrs. Sun's feelings and to go along with her.

To put it bluntly, whoever marries whom is determined by fate.

If you are really hopelessly in love with a woman who can't do anything, maybe the person in the hall and kitchen will be replaced by Daan.

Things in this world should be fought as you wish, and others should stop worrying blindly.

The two women entered the kitchen, discussing all the way. While talking, they prepared a plate of fried peanuts, cold radish leaves, and the remaining half bowl of pork belly at noon to make twice-cooked pork.

Sun wanted to scramble eggs again, but Yang Ruoqing stopped her.

"That's it, mother. They just want to drink. These three plates of side dishes are enough to go with the wine. Any more will be a waste."

"Oh well!"

When Mrs. Sun returned to the main room with wine and dishes, Yang Huaming's eyes lit up.

"Third sister-in-law, this is too grand."

Mrs. Sun smiled, arranged the wine cups and chopsticks one by one, and placed a pair of chopsticks in front of Yang Huazhong. Then she sat back on her stool and continued her needlework.

Yang Ruoqing put a bowl of warm milk in front of Yang Huazhong, "Dad, drink this and imagine it to be wine."

Originally, Yang Huazhong saw Yang Huaming open the wine jar, smell the aroma of wine wafting out, and still lick his lips.

When I saw the milk in the bowl, I was stunned for a moment.

"Why are you giving me something so good to drink? Duo'er specially sent it to you to drink. You can drink it."

Yang Huazhong quickly pushed the milk bowl in his hand over.

Yang Ruoqing pushed the bowl back again: "Dad, drink it. I ate too much tonight and I can't drink anymore. If you don't drink it, you can't leave it until tomorrow, or it will spoil."

There is a cow in Xiaoduo's playground. Luo Fengtang and the others tried their best to bring it back from outside when Jiaojiao was not in good health.

Now Jiaojiao's health is much better, which shows that this milk is very effective in conditioning the child's body.

So after Xiaoduo heard that Yang Ruoqing was pregnant, she asked Xiang Shengnan to deliver milk every now and then.

Yang Ruoqing told them several times not to send them away. The pastures are so busy raising cattle, and mowing the grass for the cattle every day is a very labor-intensive task.

But Xiaoduo refused to listen no matter what she said, especially when she later heard that Yang Ruoqing had two babies in her belly, so she sent Xiang Shengnan to deliver milk every day.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing discussed this and decided not to let Xiang Shengnan travel back and forth. He would go to the pasture to get it by himself every day.

For today’s portion, Yang Ruoqing drank a bowl in the morning, so it’s not inferior to the bowl in the evening.

"Third brother, since this is Qing'er's filial piety to you, just drink it. Don't delay our drinking time by being polite." Yang Huaming said with a smile. As he spoke, he couldn't wait to sip half a cup of wine.

Yang Huazhong had no choice but to give up and hold the bowl, his eyes filled with relief.

Although this stuff is good, he really can't get used to it. It's just a kindness from his daughter and he can't live up to it.

"Come on, dad, come on." Yang Huaming came to Lao Yangtou with the wine jar in both hands.

The old man pushed the empty wine cup in front of him so that Yang Huaming could pour him wine.

"Come on, Dad, let's touch one of you first."

"Third brother, you can use milk instead of wine."

The father and son had a round of banter. Yang Huazhong raised his chopsticks and greeted everyone: "Don't just drink. Come, have a bite to eat."

The father and son ate vegetables and drank wine, and also had family fun.

Not far away, Ms. Sun was immersed in sewing, not caring about the movement around the table.

But Yang Ruoqing was holding warm water in her hand and sipping it, while her eyes were wandering around the father and son.

It seems that these four fathers and sons have not sat at the same table drinking as calmly as tonight for several years, right?

Not to mention, this scene is truly harmonious, far more beautiful than when they were quarreling and blushing.

Therefore, as a family, it is better to stay together in harmony, so that the people around you can live a comfortable life.

"Third child, fourth child, and fifth child, this cup of wine is from me and dad to you."

Old Yangtou raised the wine in his hand again.

This was the first time that the old man took the initiative to toast his sons. The old man seemed a little embarrassed, so much so that he did not dare to look directly at his three sons.

The three sons were also surprised and a little flattered.

The three brothers' eyes met secretly, and they planned to send the most eloquent Yang Huaming to speak out.

"Dad, you can't do it, you can't do it. It's our turn to toast you..."

"No, Fourth Brother, please listen to what I have to say." Old Yangtou said.

"Okay, Dad, tell me."

"Thanks to your brothers, your brother-in-law was able to have a great time and be laid to rest smoothly this time," Old Yangtou said.

"You take the lead and lead Yongjin and others, providing money and effort,"

Turning his eyes, Old Yang glanced at Sun and Yang Ruoqing again: "Of course, the women in our family are not bad, and they are very dedicated, especially Qing'er, who has both wisdom and courage to see through Yang Huasheng's conspiracy...

"

Speaking of Yang Huasheng, Old Yang's eyes suddenly straightened, and the wine cup he held in his hand almost fell to the table.

Yang Huaming also slammed his head and said repeatedly: "Oops, why did you forget all about this?"

The needle in Sun's hand almost pricked her finger, and she raised her head in surprise, but looked at Yang Ruoqing.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she was holding a tea bowl and drinking water leisurely.

"What's wrong? You...what's going on?" Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou were confused. The good atmosphere that had just risen did not last for a meal. What happened?

Old Yangtou was the first to come to his senses. He said to the brothers with a pale face: "Hua Sheng, Hua Sheng and Yong Bing and his son are still being detained. I was so busy that I forgot about it!"

Yang Huaming was also full of anxiety, and he was a little bit dumbfounded in his anxiety: "It has been three or five days, and his mother-in-law has not come to make trouble, and no one around has reminded me, and I have completely forgotten it!"
Chapter completed!