Because Tuantuan, a little pistachio, was mediating it, Yang Huazhong's anger level finally went down.

Sun and Yang Ruoqing were both relieved at the same time, so much so that they left Yang Huazhong in the bedroom to accompany the two children. When the couple went to the kitchen to cook dinner, Sun was still patting her heart and said to Yang Ruoqing:

"Your father may be really angry now. In the past, how could he be willing to say such things to you?"

Yang Ruoqing also nodded and said: "Yes, I have never seen my father so angry in my whole life."

Mrs. Sun stopped, looked at Yang Ruoqing, and said, "I have been married to him for decades, and I have never seen him like this."

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips in shame, "I don't blame my father for being angry. This kind of mistake is indeed stupid. It's my responsibility, hey!"

Mrs. Sun also showed guilt, "It's my fault too. I shouldn't have screamed in such a loud voice. You couldn't trust me, so you ran out."

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and rubbed Sun's hand, "Okay, okay, mother, let's not rush to take responsibility anymore."

"As my father said just now, everything has happened and everything has passed. Fortunately, there was no danger and Yuanyuan finally came back intact."

"So we all have to learn from this incident, and similar mistakes will never happen again in the future!"

Ms. Sun nodded vigorously: "There must be no shortage of people around the child!"

Even if the sky is falling and the earth is falling outside, you can’t leave your child. This is the dead truth from now on!

The couple came to the kitchen, and Mrs. Sun was going to beat rice to make porridge, but she saw Yang Ruoqing took a basin and scooped out two bowls of wheat flour.

"Qing'er, what are you trying to do?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Roll out the noodles."

Mrs. Sun was surprised: "When you were talking to your fourth aunt before, didn't you say that our family would eat millet porridge and boiled eggs at night?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "I changed my mind. Let's eat noodles mixed with scallion oil at night. I think my dad has been busy all day and probably hasn't eaten well. Noodles can satisfy his hunger."

Sun thought about it and said, "Okay, what do I need to do?"

Yang Ruoqing looked around and said, "Mom, there are no green onions in the kitchen. You can go to the small vegetable garden in the backyard and pick some. My aunt planted them and planted a patch of them."

"Okay!" Mrs. Sun immediately left the kitchen.

By the time Mrs. Sun returned to the kitchen with a handful of green onions, Yang Ruoqing had already kneaded the dough.

"The color of this noodle is a bit yellow. Are eggs added?" asked Sun.

There is a lamp in the kitchen, which makes it very bright, making it easy to work.

Yang Ruoqing put the noodles aside and covered them with a bamboo cover to let them wake up for a while.

"Yes, I added two eggs and let's make egg noodles."

She responded to Mr. Sun's question, stepped in front of Mr. Sun, took the large handful of chives, put it into a large basin specially used for washing vegetables, scooped water from the water tank, and squatted down.

Come, one by one, carefully break it apart and wash it.

Mrs. Sun was not idle either. She took a piece of pork belly left at noon, about the size of a palm, washed it and minced it.

The two of them were talking to each other one after another.

Because what happened to Yuanyuan in the daytime was too frightening, and there were too many topics related to it, the two of them talked about most at the moment, about Mrs. Tan and Yang Huamei.

"Your father came back earlier, and I was so busy telling him about Yuanyuan that I forgot to ask about your baby," said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It must be cured, otherwise it would be impossible to come back."

"I don't know if your mother is asleep now or if someone brought her food at night." Mrs. Sun muttered again.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head, glanced at Mrs. Sun, and said a little helplessly: "Mom, you have so many things to worry about every day!"

Mrs. Sun smiled sheepishly, "Hey, what are you worrying about? It's of no use at all. In the end, I almost lost my little grandson..."

"Mom, let's not talk anymore. What's happened in the past has passed. Let's just be good in the future."

Yang Ruoqing quickly interrupted Sun's words and then washed her hands of the chives.

Mrs. Sun stopped dwelling on that topic and continued chopping meat.

Soon, Yang Ruoqing washed the chives, drained the water, and then came to the pot.

Put two or three times more rapeseed oil in a small pot than usual for cooking, and heat it up.

Then cut the chives in your hand into two pieces from the middle and fry them in hot oil.

Just eating noodles always feels like there is a bit of flavor missing. Yang Ruoqing still prefers noodles with flavor.

Fried noodles or noodles mixed with scallion oil will work.

Especially the scallion oil noodles, the essence is on top of the scallion oil.

When the onions were almost fried, Yang Ruoqing picked up the fried and browned onions and put them on a plate for later use. The fragrant onion oil in the pot was also put into a large open bowl for later use.

"Mom, you roll out the noodles, and I'll fry the minced meat for toppings!"

"okay!"

Mrs. Sun washed her hands, opened the bamboo cover, took out the dough that had almost risen, and threw it on the large chopping board that had been sprinkled with a layer of dry wheat flour. First, she kneaded the air out of it, and then started to roll it out.

Noodle.

Yang Ruoqing was not idle here either, taking the time to watch Sun rolling out the noodles and frying the toppings.

Spicy minced meat toppings and fried radish and egg toppings are also ready.

Two toppings to satisfy different tastes.

On the small stove next to it, there is a relatively deep small iron pot, and the water in it is already boiling.

Mrs. Sun hung up the rolled noodles and threw them into the boiling water. It took half a bowl of tea to fish them out. At this time, there were already five bowls neatly placed on the pot table, three large and two small.

Mrs. Sun put the noodles into five bowls respectively, and then used a large spoon to scoop out an appropriate amount of the soup that had cooked the noodles and pour it on top. The soup nourished the noodles so that the noodles would not stick to each other.

Gnocchi.

"Qing'er, I'm almost done here," said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing nodded. She knew that these noodles were very light because only a little salt was put in the deep pot before, and no oil was added at all.

So Yang Ruoqing scooped a large spoonful of the fried and spicy minced meat sauce into Yang Huazhong and Sun's bowls. Then, each put a chopstick of fried golden chopped green onions into their bowls, and finally, poured it over

Enter soul mate scallion oil.

A touch of oil floats on top of the milky white noodle soup, the minced meat is fried to an attractive color, and the hot scallion oil locks the aroma of all the ingredients together. When you insert the chopsticks into the noodle bowl, the aroma bomb will be stirred.

It bursts out again and again, and you will fall in an instant!

Become a slave to delicious food, but enjoy it!

"Qing'er, why don't you eat meat sauce topping? Why are you a vegetarian?"

Mrs. Sun couldn't help but be surprised when she saw that Yang Ruoqing, who usually likes spicy food, actually put the dried radish, eggs and minced meat that children eat into her noodle bowl.

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