Looking at the resolute and handsome profile of the man in front of her, the words he just said were still lingering in her ears.

She turned her face away, not wanting him to see her eyes that were moistened with emotion.

"Everything will be there, the children will be there, the reunion will be there, there will always be a turn for the better."

She warned herself in her mind as she turned around and walked towards the chopping board.

If you don't abandon or give up, you will definitely be able to wait until the day you reunite with Chen'er.

After gathering her mood, Yang Ruoqing began to prepare the lunch meal.

The old hen is usually used to make ground pot chicken, and the other half is stuffed into a clay pot and simmered with ginger, wolfberry, etc. in the soup.

The head of the fat-headed fish is used to make the fish head with chopped pepper, and the fish body is combined with pickled cabbage to make a large pot of pickled fish.

Cut the pork belly into thin strips, stir-fry it in a pot until it is medium-cooked, and then stir-fry it with other vegetarian vegetables as a seasoning.

By the time all the dishes were almost cooked and the aroma of chicken soup filled every corner of the kitchen, lunch was about to begin.

Wang Cuilian came to the kitchen again.

"Qing'er, Tangyazi, how's the fever? Do you want me to take action?" Wang Cuilian asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing remembered Luo Fengtang's previous words and did not dare to look directly at Wang Cuilian.

Taking advantage of the person holding the bowls and chopsticks, he said, "Now you can put the chopsticks and bowls on the table. I'll get the dishes here and let Tang Yazi take them to the front yard."

Wang Cuilian took the hot dishes and chopsticks to the front yard, while Luo Fengtang took down a large wooden tray and put the dishes in the cupboard and the warm vegetables in the big pot.

Bowls were placed on trays and then sent to the front yard.

Here, Yang Ruoqing put enough oil into the pot, threw a handful of firewood into the stove, and brought the two ingredients she had hidden before to the pot table.

When the oil in the pot was about the same temperature, she put the flower buds into the egg liquid in another large bowl and soaked them again.

Let the egg mixture with wheat flour evenly wrap the flower buds in a layer, and then put them in a hot oil pan.

Amidst the crisp sound of sizzling, the big chopsticks in her hand turned over the buds regularly.

Following these steps, each flower bud was blown up into a cute shape and charming color.

Then filter out the oil outside and put it back into a clean plate.

It's steaming hot and fragrant, making people move their index fingers just by looking at it.

When Luo Fengtang returned to the kitchen, he smelled a different aroma among the remaining aroma of chicken soup.

Immediately, he saw Yang Ruoqing standing beside the pot, using big chopsticks to fiddle with the things on the plate in front of her.

"Qing'er, what kind of dish is this?" Luo Fengtang asked in surprise.

He was watching her cooking just now. He knew exactly what dishes were being prepared.

"When did you have a backup plan?" he asked.

No wonder I sent him to the front yard as fast as I could when delivering food. It turned out that I was hiding here to create a surprise.

"Here, let me taste it first for you." Yang Ruoqing smiled and waved to him.

Then he took one and brought it to his mouth.

Luo Fengtang curiously looked at the golden thing in front of him, "What is this?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "You should eat first, and I will tell you after you finish."

Luo Fengtang took a bite and said, "It's delicious. The texture is very strange. What kind of dish is this?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her lips and smiled: "Where are the pumpkin flowers?"

"Huh? Pumpkin flowers?"

"Yeah."

"Are these flowers edible?"

"Yeah."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Not only the pumpkin flowers, but also the young pumpkin leaves are edible," she said.

"I'll get some pumpkin leaves for you to eat some time later. I'm sure you'll like them," she added.

Luo Fengtang's eyes lit up with emotion on his face.

"My wife is so amazing. No wonder everyone praises you for your ingenuity. I really found a treasure." He said.

When this plate of fried flower bones was delivered to the table, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone really didn't know what such an exquisite dish was.

There was no need for Yang Ruoqing to speak, Luo Fengtang immediately became the commentator.

He introduced with a proud face, and the pride and pride in the corners of his eyes and brows could not be concealed no matter what.

Everyone who learned the truth was once again surprised.

"I have been growing pumpkins for most of my life, but I didn't even know that these flowers could be so edible," Wang Cuilian said with a smile as she ate the fried flower bones in her hand.

"It's true that my husband is not as good as the one who was born last, but we, Qing'er, have more ideas."

When Wang Cuilian praised her, others also praised her.

Yang Ruoqing felt a little embarrassed. She turned around and saw that Baby Luo was also grabbing one and eating it.

The way he ate it with gusto made Yang Ruoqing even more confident that his 'new work' was a success.

at night.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang took their children to Yang Huazhong's house next door, and then went to Sun's house next door with Yang Huazhong and Sun for dinner.

"Hey, where are eighth sister and second cousin?"

Yang Ruoqing looked around, and there were no signs of the three of them inside or outside the house or in the kitchen yard.

"Second brother came back last morning. Didn't he agree to come here for dinner at night? It's almost dinner time, why haven't you come over yet?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Da Sun said: "Yes, I feel strange too, Qing'er, why don't you go to the old house to see what's going on?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded and hurried towards the village.

Old Yang's old house.

As soon as Yang Ruoqing entered the main room, she saw Yang Yongjin and Cao Bamei's room, and Yang Yongjin was coming out of the door.

That look on his face was very ugly, and he didn't even have the slightest hint of a smile.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised, why did it look like there was a quarrel?

"Second brother..."

She called out, and Yang Yongjin suddenly raised his head.

When he saw that the person in front of him was Yang Ruoqing, a trace of embarrassment clearly flashed across his face.

"Qing'er, why are you here?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's almost time to start dinner. If you haven't gone over yet, I'll come over to remind you."

"Oh..." Yang Yongjin responded a little guilty.

"I, I'll go over right away," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Where is the eighth sister?"

"She's in the house. Go call her. I'll go over first."

After saying these words, Yang Yongjin hurried out of the house and hurried towards the entrance of the village.

Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze and hurried towards the house in front.

The door was ajar. When Yang Ruoqing opened the door and went in, Cao Bamei's voice came from inside.

"Don't come back. Just leave. I don't want to see you now..."

"it's me."

Yang Ruoqing spoke up and interrupted Cao Bamei's words.

Cao Bamei was stunned and suddenly raised her head to look at Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing, Qing'er?"

Cao Bamei quickly stood up, then turned around, raised her sleeves and wiped her face.

"Stop wiping it off, I saw you crying." Yang Ruoqing said.
Chapter completed!