Two days ago, I went to Yang Huazhong's house next door and Sun's house across the road to pay New Year greetings. Both children were cold. When they came back, one had diarrhea and the other had a runny nose.

They stayed in the house for the past two days without going anywhere, and asked Zheng Xiaoqin to drink medicine and feed them. They were obviously better, but they didn't dare to take them to Zhoujiacun again.

But there is no need for Yang Ruoqing to say these words. When Xiaohuan and Luo Dae discuss with Wang Cuilian and Luo Blacksmith later, the uncle and aunt will naturally explain it clearly.

What Yang Ruoqing has to do today is to prepare a table of sumptuous meals to entertain the Zhou family.

Let them come happily and return happily.

After greeting each other in the front yard, Yang Ruoqing and Hong Xiu returned to their important positions in the backyard kitchen.

The two sisters then cooked rice and vegetables.

Today, the Zhou family came over to pay New Year greetings. Yang Ruoqing had already drafted the menu in her mind in advance.

Eighteen dishes, including meat and vegetables, must ensure both presentation and portion size.

As for what the dishes are, hey, I won’t tell you the names of the dishes this time. Anyway, there are mostly spicy dishes, so there’s no way. People in this area like to eat spicy food.

In common people's words, if the food is not spicy, it will not taste good and it will have no soul.

Even when Yang Ruoqing fried radish dumplings, she specially added a handful of chili powder to them.

That feeling was instantly felt by Duer.

The fried golden radish dumplings are placed next to the rice pot for steaming, or put into the pickled fish head hot pot, or into the beef hot pot, it is the finishing touch!

Halfway through lunch, Dazhi Fengfenghuo came back.

"I'm late, my aunt, cousin, and cousin forgive me!"

He entered the main room with a smile, greeted Luo Daye, Zhou Wang and others one by one, and then took a cup of wine to toast Zhou Wang.

"Cousin, my nephew came back late and didn't entertain everyone well. My nephew will punish himself first."

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Although he is a scholar, there is a touch of boldness in his gentle manner at this moment.

Zhou Wang happily patted Dazhi on the shoulder: "Good boy, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you are now as tall as me."

"I heard that you passed the imperial examination. Not bad, not bad. You are a young talent!"

Dazhi smiled politely and modestly.

Blacksmith Luo, Yang Ruoqing and others were also watching this scene with smiles.

While Blacksmith Luo was entertaining Zhou Wang for drinks and food, Yang Ruoqing took Da Zhi aside to wash her face.

And asked him in a low voice: "Why did you come back alone first? Have you eaten at your aunt's house?"

Dazhi smiled and responded to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "I'm eating. My son was worried about the visitors at home, so he came back early. My sister and Xiao Qiao will probably stay with my aunt to draw cards after eating."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

She was very pleased to see Dazhi wash his face and sit back at the table to drink and chat with the Zhou family.

Once again, I lamented that my son has really grown up.

He must have had a few bites at his aunt's house in Xiangjiazhuang and then rushed back. This was because Luo Fengtang was not at home, so as the eldest son, he always remembered that he must shoulder his father's burden and help entertain the guests at home.

Moreover, he must have understood that his great-grandfather cared very much about the blood relatives of the Zhou family, so when he came back, Blacksmith Luo's mood was obviously higher than before, and his loud laughter echoed in the main room and lingered for a long time.

A reception ended perfectly.

Dazhi drank too much and sent the Zhou family away. Yang Ruoqing drove him back to the house to get some sleep.

Blacksmith Luo also drank too much, but the old man did not go to sleep. He sat in the yard with a tobacco pole and basked in the sun. The sun was warm on his body, and he dozed off after a while.

Wang Cuilian chased after him and drove him back to the house to sleep.

Blacksmith Luo was sitting on the bed, and when Wang Cuilian squatted in front of him to help him take off his shoes, he was still laughing.

"Today... I'm so happy! I'm so happy!"

Wang Cuilian raised her head and couldn't help but laugh, "You drink so much that you can't even hold your tongue straight. Get some sleep now!"

Before Blacksmith Luo lay down, he still struggled to give a thumbs up to Wang Cuilian, "Qing'er, this is this, this..."

Wang Cuilian directly pressed Blacksmith Luo's hand into the quilt and coaxed him like a child: "Yes, yes, yes, our Qing'er is good and Xianhui, you should go to sleep quickly!"

When Blacksmith Luo's snoring sounded on the bed, Wang Cuilian breathed a sigh of relief.

After being busy for most of the day, I finally stopped.

Looking at Blacksmith Luo sleeping soundly on the bed, she gently beat her sore waist, but her eyes were full of warmth.

…

After dinner at night, Yang Ruoqing handed the children over to Wang Cuilian and Hong Xiu, while she came to her parents' house for a walk.

I found that Old Yangtou, Yang Huazhou and Yang Huaming were all there, and Yang Huazhong accompanied them to smoke and drink tea.

However, the atmosphere in the main room was not very good.

Especially Yang Huaming, he smoked the most ferociously, and the smoke filled the air, as if he was about to soar.

I choked several times and coughed so hard that tears and mucus came out of my nose, and I struggled to put the cigarette stick into my mouth!

Old Yang couldn't stand it anymore and said to Yang Huaming: "This tobacco was given to me by your Uncle Jiang. It is very choking and most people can't bear it. Don't be brave!"

Yang Huaming gasped, looking unconvinced.

"I still don't believe it. I can't control a woman, so why can't I do anything with a cigarette? Then why should I be a man and carry my head?"

Listen to these angry words...

The two men looked at each other, speechless.

Yang Ruoqing was passing by the main room and happened to hear these words, so she poked her head over and asked Yang Huaming curiously: "What's wrong, fourth uncle? You seem to be in a bad mood during the Chinese New Year!"

As soon as she asked her teasing words, several eyes around the table winked at her at the same time.

Especially Yang Huazhou, winking and waving his hands, as if Yang Ruoqing asked a taboo topic.

However, Yang Ruoqing disagreed because she knew her fourth uncle's character and he was not that fragile.

And there are some things, the more you hide them in front of your fourth uncle for fear that he will be hurt, the worse it will be.

You have to be like Dayu who controlled the floods, and guide him in a calm and direct manner. The best way is to let him speak out the depressing things at all costs. After venting his emotions, everything will be fine.

Sure enough, when Yang Ruoqing asked, Yang Huaming smiled with a mocking look on his face.

"Qing'er, you made a mistake this time. Your fourth uncle and I are in a very good mood! Look, I've smoked such a choking cigarette, isn't it enough for a man?"

Yang Ruoqing came to the table, looked at Yang Huaming's embarrassed and dejected appearance, shook her head, and sighed.

"Lighting up a cigarette makes me feel lonely, and drowning my sorrows in wine makes me even more miserable!"

"Fourth Uncle, just tell me if you are unhappy. There are no outsiders here, so why are you carrying it all by yourself?"

Yang Huaming's face fell instantly, and he lowered his head, like a wronged child. He was obviously disappointed and unwilling, but his words still sounded like he was angry with someone: "Your fourth aunt is hiding from her parents' house and won't come back. If she doesn't come back, she won't come back."

Come back, who cares? I won’t pick her up even if I kill myself, so don’t try to persuade me! There’s no point in trying to persuade her!”

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