Tan's thoughts... are really hard to describe.

Last time, I felt sorry for Yang Huamei, so I specially cooked Yang Huamei's favorite braised pork ribs for Yang Huazhong and Sun to take to the county hospital to satisfy her craving.

This time, I began to feel sorry for Yang Huamei's homesickness again, so I asked Yang Ruoqing for chrysanthemum cakes to comfort Yang Huamei's homesickness.

The best girl in the world!

"Grandma, this chrysanthemum cake is delicious if it is freshly made today. If it is heated overnight, it will not taste as good. My aunt may not like it," Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Tan glanced at the chrysanthemum cake that had just come out of the pan in front of her. Indeed, the chrysanthemum cake that had just come out of the pan was really beautiful. It was probably the best time in a chrysanthemum cake's life, just like that 28-year-old girl.

flower.

Once you pass that season, it won't look that good anymore. No matter how you clean it up, something is still missing and you will never be able to return to your peak period.

So this chrysanthemum cake is the same. It looks very pleasant now, like big chrysanthemums blooming. I don’t know what Qing’er used to knead the dough. The color of the chrysanthemums is also very good. Put it on the big plate.

It is especially realistic inside.

"Oh, you are serious, old woman. If Mei'er wants to eat this chrysanthemum cake, at worst I can just buy it on the street for her to enjoy. Why bring it from home? Noodles are not like other things. They can be cooked overnight.

No, the taste has changed, and it’s inconvenient to carry around, so let’s forget it!”

Lao Yangtou objected loudly and directly helped Yang Ruoqing block this errand.

After hearing what the old man said, Mrs. Tan looked at Yang Ruoqing's expression again.

Yang Ruoqing's expression clearly showed that she was not willing to do this, so Tan lowered his eyelids and ate the meal expressionlessly.

This made Wang Cuilian and Luo Tiejiang a little embarrassed, but Yang Ruoqing didn't care because she was used to the old lady being like this.

She picked up a big spoon and scooped some chicken soup, chicken drumsticks and other things for Lao Yangtou: "Master, you can eat whatever you want. You can eat a chicken drumstick."

Old Yangtou smiled kindly and nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay!"

Yang Ruoqing picked another piece of fish and gave it to Wang Cuilian: "Auntie, you can eat it too."

Mrs. Tan thought that after Yang Ruoqing finished serving Lao Yangtou, she would serve herself next.

You Qi was sitting with Wang Cuilian, and Yang Ruoqing came towards her with a piece of fish in her hands.

So Mr. Tan had already raised his hand to cover his bowl, intending to refuse harshly.

result……

The clown turned out to be himself.

And Yang Ruoqing also saw the whole process of Tan's, she pursed her lips and smiled a little bit evilly, and said: "Grandma, don't be nervous, I don't dare to pick up food for you, you always want to pick up what you eat, I don't understand you.

I’m afraid the service will not be attentive to my taste.”

Mrs. Tan glared at Yang Ruoqing, "Damn Fatty, you did this on purpose, to avenge the chrysanthemum cake."

"I have hands and feet. I can eat whatever I want. I don't need others to pretend."

Tan said angrily, raised his chopsticks and picked out a piece of chicken for himself.

Yang Ruoqing was happy, "Hey, you only need your hands to pick up vegetables. You don't need your feet. If you really use your feet to pick up vegetables, then I guess all the food on the table will be given to you alone. No one will dare to do the same with you."

Table haha..."

Mrs. Tan's face turned red and she glared at Yang Ruoqing: "You fat girl, are you trying to find fault with me again?"

"I'm so angry that I won't eat this meal!"

Mr. Tan said this rationally, but did not let go of the chopsticks in his hand.

When Yang Ruoqing saw this, she knew that the old lady was not really angry, but was deliberately trying to scare her.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Wang Cuilian and Luo Tiejiang quickly came out to smooth things over. One pretended to scold Yang Ruoqing for provoking the old lady like that, while the other used the chopsticks on the table to put vegetables into Tan's bowl until Tan's bowl could no longer hold it.

, just give up.

Old Yangtou also tried to smooth things over, saying: "It's okay, it's okay. I'm used to seeing them pinch each other like this when they meet. Blacksmith, Cuilian, don't panic."

Hearing Old Yangtou trying to smooth things over, Yang Ruoqing also followed Old Yangtou's words and said: "Grandma, you must not stop eating. I will cook this table of dishes according to your old taste."

Yes, if you don’t eat, my efforts will be in vain!”

This sentence put gold on Tan's face, and Tan's complexion became a little better.

In addition, Lao Yangtou and Wang Cuilian continued to smooth things over, and Mrs. Tan found the feeling of being surrounded by stars, and then she completely returned to her original state, and even spoke kind words to Wang Cuilian.

"Stop picking up food for me. It's pretty good if you can finish this bowl of food!"

Wang Cuilian nodded: "Okay, okay, then, old aunt, you eat first, and then you can eat it again."

Overall, everyone enjoyed the next meal very happily.

After the meal, the old couple did not pat their butts and leave immediately. Instead, they stayed at Luo's house to drink tea and chat with Blacksmith Luo.

Even during the chat, Old Yang saw Yang Ruoqing beside him and asked her about the situation in Qing'an County with concern.

"I heard that your fourth aunt came back and said that Xiao An has a son?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, I was born weighing seven pounds and sixty ounces."

The old man was holding hot tea in his hand, his eyes widened when he heard this, his gray beard curled up, his eyes were shining with excitement, and his voice couldn't help but be tainted with a smile: "Yeah, seven pounds and six taels?

That’s a big fat boy!”

Mr. Tan was also attracted by this topic. There was no way he could help it, as people of this generation, especially the elderly, were most interested in matters such as the import of children.

Especially old people like Lao Yangtou and Tan, who are very patriarchal and care about the inheritance of incense, are even more sensitive to this kind of topic.

"Seven pounds and six ounces? Darling, it's almost eight pounds. It would be really difficult to give birth to a fat boy of eight pounds!" said Ms. Tan.

Yang Ruoqing nodded. With just seven pounds and six ounces, Lian'er suffered a lot.

Well, it would be great if in modern times, we could check in advance and then perform caesarean section, both adults and children would be safe.

This trip, after Lian'er was born for so long, he really walked in front of the Palace of Hell.

If something were to happen to Lian'er and her son, not only Uncle He and Aunt He would collapse, but my parents and Xiao An would probably collapse as well.

My eldest sister will also be heartbroken.

Such a wonderful sister-in-law, a nephew I haven’t met yet...

Fortunately, mother and son are safe.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's serious expression, both Tan and Lao Yangtou guessed what was going on.

Old Yangtou asked tentatively: "When was the baby born? Are the adults and children all well now?"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, forced a smile to them and said, "Both adults and children born in early September are fine now, but my Lian'er is really suffering."

"Ah?" The old man was stunned, with worry on his face, "Lian'er is a hero of our old Yang family. This time she had a baby again, so she told Xiao An to treat her well."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, needless to say, in Xiao An's home letter, Yang Ruoqing could see from between the lines that although Xiao An deliberately downplayed the urgent atmosphere at the time, it was precisely because of this downplay that Yang Ruoqing felt even more about her brother's concern for this matter.
Chapter completed!