At night, Yang Huazhong's whole family came to Luo's house for dinner. Blacksmith Luo opened a jar of wine and pulled Yang Huazhong and said he would stay drunk with him.

"Some time ago, we became brothers in adversity. During the most difficult time, I was thinking, when these things are over, we must sit down and have a few drinks. Tonight, tonight!"

Blacksmith Luo drank a lot at noon, and in the afternoon Wang Cuilian urged him to go back to his room and take a nap while scolding him.

When you get up to have dinner now, you will be full of energy and resurrected with full blood.

Yang Huazhong looked at Blacksmith Luo with a smile and said, "I'm happy today. Brother Blacksmith, you have the final say, and I can do it!"

Old Yangtou also laughed and said: "Today is a good day, you can drink more and it will be fine. If I hadn't had a bad throat, I would have had to join in the fun tonight!"

Lao Suntou said: "My in-laws, not only you, but also me, are thinking about wine every day, but they keep a close eye on it at home, but they can't open it up and drink it to their heart's content!"

Old Yangtou sighed helplessly, "It's not good to be stared at like this, but it's also good."

It’s not good because you can’t just get drunk and stop happily.

Well, it's because this body is no longer as young as it was, and drinking too much alcohol is really harmful to the body.

There are several old men in the village who are a few years younger than them. When they were young, they were also in the wine jar. They went to help other people's houses and didn't even pick a bowl of pickles, as long as they had wine.

When I got a little older, my hands were shaking and I couldn't hold things, my legs and feet were stiff and I couldn't walk, my mouth was tilted to one side, and I couldn't even speak.

Therefore, the children in the family keep a close eye on them. To put it bluntly, they care about the health of old men like them.

Yang Ruoqing, He Lian'er, and Xiao Duo filed in and brought the food to the table.

Wang Cuilian and Mrs. Sun each held a baby and stood at the edge, smiling and watching.

On such a night, the atmosphere is particularly warm and peaceful for everyone. There is a drizzle in the night outside again, but because the situation is different, the mood is naturally different.

…

In the second room of the Jiang family, Zheng Xiaoqin came home and saw Sixi meatballs on the table. When Jiang Xianjun mentioned the origin of Sixi meatballs, she couldn't help but sneered several times.

"Mountains and streams are easy to rise and easy to fall, and the hearts of little people are easy to turn back and forth. This is someone like my second sister-in-law!"

"When I go back to my parents' house today during the day, she looks like a beggar!"

"Suddenly, she made meatballs out of the cut meat to please her. If I guessed correctly, she probably heard my second brother say that we came back in a carriage, and she started to think about trying to catch up with the dragon and the phoenix. Bah!"

Jiang Xianjun smiled bitterly, "When I sent it here earlier, my attitude was so good. I couldn't resist catching my daughter and praising her so hard."

Zheng Xiaoqin's sneer added a bit of disdain, "I've been here for most of the day. Not to mention teasing the children, her second aunt didn't even take a look at my daughter."

Now, he rushes to the house and praises him fiercely. Who is this hypocritical drama for? Do you really think that everyone is blind?

"And Xianjun, you are so serious, I have to say a few words to you," Zheng Xiaoqin frowned, and in anger, she pointed her head at Jiang Xianjun:

"You clearly know what kind of person she is, and you also know the relationship between her and us, and you also know where the meat in the meatballs comes from."

"In that case, how can you accept these meatballs? Are we all short of these meatballs?"

Zheng Xiaoqin turned her face away angrily. She had never been willing to lose her temper with Jiang Xianjun, but this time she was really angry.

Jiang Xianjun realized the seriousness of the situation and said with a smile: "Why didn't I shirk it? But I can't shirk it. You know better than me what kind of person your second sister-in-law is, and you have made up your mind to give these meatballs to me."

I really can't stop it, so I have to wait for you to come back and make up your mind."

Zheng Xiaoqin took a look at the meatballs. They looked really good. The second sister-in-law didn't dare to compliment her on anything else, but she was still very good at cooking.

When she was hesitating, Jiang Xianjun asked tentatively: "If you really don't want to accept her things, then I will send the meatballs back right now?"

Zheng Xiaoqin frowned and suddenly shook his head.

"Don't give it back. Since she dares to give it away, we dare to accept it."

"Want to have a good relationship with us again? That depends on my mood!"

Jiang Xianjun was confused.

I feel that since Zheng Xiaoqin has been getting along more with Yang Ruoqing in the past few days, her whole speech and behavior seem to be a little different from before.

"Then how can you eat these meatballs by yourself? There happens to be no food at night..." Jiang Xianjun asked again.

"There are a lot of dishes served at night," Zheng Xiaoqin said with a smile.

"You...you brought it back?" Jiang Xianjun suddenly thought of a possibility and asked.

Zheng Xiaoqin nodded, "The Luo family was too polite and insisted on inviting us to have dinner at night. I thought it would be inconvenient at night and you probably didn't want to go, so I declined."

Jiang Xianjun breathed a sigh of relief, "Well, I really don't want to go there."

Zheng Xiaoqin got up, went to the kitchen, and quickly brought over a food box.

"Hey, this is what Aunt Cuilian insisted on giving to me. Look, it's both fish and meat. It's enough for us to eat at night."

Jiang Xianjun looked at it for a few times and found that it was indeed rich and clean.

"The meatballs..."

"Send the meatballs to your father to eat. The old man has bad teeth. These meatballs are delicate and I can eat them just right."

So Jiang Xianjun gave the meatballs to Lao Jiangtou as a tribute.

Lao Jiangtou came back from a big meal at Lao Luo's house at noon. He couldn't eat it at night, so he put it away in the kitchen cupboard, planning to eat it at noon tomorrow.

At night, while Lao Jiangtou was half asleep, he suddenly heard the old dog Ah Huang barking in the yard.

Old Jiangtou put on his coat and got out of bed, holding an oil lamp in his hand and looking toward the window.

Then I saw Lao Huang standing in the middle of the courtyard barking towards the outside of the courtyard wall.

Old Jiangtou looked towards the wall and saw nothing, so he scolded Old Huang twice.

Old Huang wagged his tail and ran under the window, jumped up and put his front paws on the window sill.

Old Jiangtou reached out and patted Old Huang's head. Old Huang stuck out his tongue and licked Old Jiangtou's palm wildly.

The old ginger head laughed and said: "Old man, it's very cold for you to look after the house and nursing home this night. Come on, I'll reward you with two meatballs."

Lao Jiangtou held the oil lamp and went to the small kitchen next to it, but found that the door of the kitchen was ajar.

The old man was confused. It was obviously tied up before, so why was it still open? The wind was too strong.

The old man pushed the door open and entered the kitchen. As soon as he entered, he felt something was wrong!

There were obvious signs of being tampered with in the kitchen, and the door of the dish cupboard was also wide open.

Old Jiangtou looked around and didn't see the bowl of meatballs he put inside, and was shocked.
Chapter completed!