Yang Ruoqing guessed that Mrs. Liu would be like this, "Hey, didn't Fourth Aunt cook dinner for dinner? Third Girl and Ju'er are both here, but you didn't cook dinner for dinner?"

Mrs. Liu said: "I burned it and ate it, but that won't work. I came to your kitchen and smelled the fragrance, and I became hungry!"

Yang Ruoqing's face showed some embarrassment, and she deliberately opened the lid of the large pot to let Mrs. Liu see the rice soup inside for soaking the crispy rice.

"I gave this rice soup crispy rice soup to your fourth aunt, my family, and my mother's chickens and ducks. Tomorrow's breakfast will be gone. You have to find a way to make up for it."

Mrs. Liu originally didn't want to take on this problem. She didn't raise chickens or ducks at home just because she was lazy.

However, when she poked her head over, she saw the golden thick-bottomed rice cooker in the middle of the rice soup, which looked like pieces of gold.

The color of the rice soup is like milk. The combination of the two made Liu feel that her dinner was in vain, or that it was eaten in other people's stomachs.

"Okay, I still have half a basket of vegetables that I cut off a while ago in my kitchen. I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning."

"Are you sure? Don't fool me." Yang Ruoqing said.

Ms. Liu frowned and said, "No one dares to fool you if I fool you. I understand your temper. If I fool you, why don't you end up with me?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "I won't stay with you, Fourth Aunt. I will only lead the chickens and ducks of our two families to go to Fourth Aunt's house to have dinner with you."

"When the chicken and duck droppings are all over the ground, I won't be able to clean them up!"

Mrs. Liu curled her lips, "Stop talking, I feel like vomiting. Hurry up and give me a bowl of rice soup to soak in the crispy rice. I'm so hungry!"

Yang Ruoqing didn't say much, and quickly took a big bowl and filled it with a bowl of rice soup, ready to get the kuaizi for Mrs. Liu, but Mrs. Liu had already taken the kuaizi herself.

"Qing'er, are there any dishes? Any leftovers will do, I won't pick them!" Ms. Liu's eyes looked straight into the dish cupboard.

Yang Ruoqing said: "All the food at night has been eaten, but there is still a bowl of hot and sour pickled cabbage left in the morning. Fourth Aunt, do you want to make do with it?"

"Pickled cabbage? OK, OK, I want it, I want it!"

Yang Ruoqing took out a bowl of hot and sour pickled cabbage, including pickled peppers, ginger, and large peppercorns.

When Mrs. Liu saw this, she couldn't help but swallowed her saliva.

"Isn't this kimchi too mouth-watering? Just the spicy and sour taste is enough for me to eat two bowls of rice."

Mrs. Liu quickly put half of the kimchi into her bowl as she huffed and puffed. When she was done, she picked it up and had a meal.

"Well, it's delicious and enjoyable!" Ms. Liu sat down on the rolling stone at the mouth of the stove with her bowl in hand, and chatted with Yang Ruoqing while eating.

"When San Yatou and Ju'er came back earlier, they all said they didn't have enough to eat at noon. At night, the sisters cooked a pot of rice and fried several vegetables."

"Everyone is starving. Ha, so is your fourth uncle. Your fourth uncle said that with the gift money, he said that the Mei'er family had made some false moves and that even a banquet would not satisfy anyone."

"How's it going? I'm not telling you, even your fourth uncle was unhappy, but your grandma was very satisfied, and your aunt took her over for dinner at night."

"What? Aunt Meier came over to invite me at night? But she didn't come to invite me!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Liu was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "I guess it's because your father's legs and feet are inconvenient at night. Anyway, I came here to pick up your grandma and have dinner with her."

"It's so shameless. When I met your fourth uncle and I in person, I didn't even twitch my lips. I just picked up your grandma and left."

"Hey, look at her triumphant look, as if it's such a big deal for her son to get married. Whose child can't get married..."

At this point, Mr. Liu suddenly paused.

Because she thought of her son Kang Xiaozi.

Kang Xiaozi is older than Xiao Hei, but because of his cleft lip, he has not yet found a wife.

This evening, when Mei'er came to pick up the old lady for dinner, with her arrogant look, Mrs. Liu suddenly felt that Yang Huamei must be showing off on purpose, just because Kang Xiaozi had not yet married a wife, but her Xiaohei was married.

"Bah, what's so big about it? No matter how beautiful Xu Qiaohong is, she's just a shabby shoe that others have worn out!"

"Other people don't know the inside story, but we don't know it either?"

"People say that a woman who is unfaithful will be unfaithful a hundred times."

"She, Xu Qiaohong, can cuckold her ex-husband, and she can also cuckold Xiao Hei!"

"Fourth Aunt, it's best not to say these words." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Every family has its own life to live. Whether their life is good or bad is none of our business, so we shouldn't deliberately say those curse words. It's boring." Yang Ruoqing added.

Mrs. Liu defended: "I am not a curse, I am a premonition. You have to believe your fourth aunt and my premonition, it is never wrong!"

When Liu said this, the expression on her eyebrows, eyes, and face... was like a prophetess who predicted the unknown.

But Yang Ruoqing obviously didn't want to get entangled in the old Wang family's topics, "Fourth Aunt, hurry up and eat, I'm still waiting to wash the dishes."

Mrs. Liu took a look and saw that, sure enough, the bowls in the small pot were almost washed. "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. I'll eat faster."

…

Mrs. Liu, who had eaten and drank enough, learned that Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian were leaving for several days, so she and Yang Ruoqing recommended themselves:

"Qing'er, I'm worried that your mother can't take care of it on her own. Why don't I stay and help you take care of the children together? What do you think?"

Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Liu with a smile, and she could see at a glance what the fourth aunt was trying to do.

"Fourth Aunt, if you have that intention, you should go home and help the third girl take care of the children. I have my mother here, so I don't need you. Thank you." "Hey, I know you don't want me." Mrs. Liu seemed to

A bit disappointed.

Yang Ruoqing was too lazy to comfort her, because Liu's disappointment was deliberately pretended.

She wanted to stay just to eat and drink, so Yang Ruoqing's refusal did not carry any psychological burden.

"Okay, stop talking so much, and hurry back to help the third girl take care of the children while it's not completely dark yet." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Mrs. Liu said: "You don't need my help. San Yatou and Ju'er are both at home. The sisters are whispering behind closed doors. There's nothing wrong without me."

"I'm here, but it actually delays their sisters' chat."

Yang Ruoqing: "..."

Sun: "..."

In particular, Mrs. Sun couldn't understand Mrs. Liu's logic of thinking. Every time during the Chinese New Year, when the sisters Yang Ruoqing, Xiaohua and Xiaoduo were in front of them, the three sisters would like to chat with Mrs. Sun, saying,

All kinds of whispers.

At that time, Yang Huazhong would joke: Three women in one drama, four women would be even more incredible.

Later, Xiao An's daughter-in-law He Lian'er was added, and it became even more lively during the Chinese New Year.

Counting Sun herself, there were five women, and it was a lively chat. Sometimes this kind of chat could last for several hours, as if there were endless topics to talk about.

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