The carriage started, taking Mo and Jin to Qingshui Town.

The others dispersed one after another, but Old Yangtou was still standing at the door looking towards the intersection at the end of the alley.

Lao Jiangtou happened to come by from the side, carrying a urine bucket in his hand. It seemed that he was going to the small vegetable garden he planted to fertilize the cabbage and radish.

Seeing Old Yangtou still standing at the door, Old Jiangtou said: "Brother Yang, please find something else to do, otherwise this whole day will be like a dream."

Old Yang turned his head, glanced at Old Jiangtou, and said, "You better understand me, this man's chest is so empty, there is no where to go!"

Old Yangtou smiled and said, "Then let's find something to do, or talk to the old sister-in-law to divert our attention."

Otherwise, you really won't be able to do anything. You'll just stand here in a daze, and you'll be thinking about all the bad things.

"Your sister-in-law? Ha, she's not at home!" Old Yang said.

Lao Jiangtou was surprised. The granddaughter-in-law at home was giving birth to a baby, and this grandma was still running out? She was so arrogant!

But this was someone else's business, and he couldn't say much. Maybe the old sister-in-law had other things to do when she went out, and he couldn't say for sure.

So Lao Jiangtou didn't talk much with Lao Yangtou and left with the urine bucket.

Cao Bamei took the little girl back to her home at the entrance of the village. Zhao Liuer went on to do housework, while Yang Ruoqing and Sun went to the second room of the Jiang family to pick up the two children.

There was smoke from the second room of the Jiang family, and the sounds of children chirping could be heard from the kitchen.

"It's probably Xiaoqin who is making the delicious food." Sun said to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "It should be, I can smell the fragrance."

Then, the mother and daughter went straight into the kitchen.

"What are you tinkering with? You can smell the fragrance as soon as you walk to the door." Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

In the kitchen, Zheng Xiaoqin was cooking the spoon, and Wang Cuilian was sitting at the mouth of the kitchen, stuffing firewood.

Three children each sat on a small horse, sitting in a neat row next to the wall, and each child held a chopstick in his hand, with a golden sugar cookie stuck on the chopstick.

"Ouch, are you eating sugar cookies? This is delicious!"

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes and said with a smile.

The so-called sugar cake is to knead wheat flour into a round cake, with the inside hollowed out like a pocket, then pour a spoonful of white sugar or brown sugar into it, then seal it and put it in a frying pan to fry.

After frying for a while, the sugar cake will expand and float in the oil pan like a puff.

Take it out and let it cool for a while, it will shrink back a little, let it pass through the oil, and you can eat it. It is a very simple dessert snack.

The only drawback is...it wastes fuel!

Ordinary families cannot afford this kind of snack. Even if the children want to eat it, they have to wait until the harvest season or the Chinese New Year before they have the opportunity to eat it once or twice.

The conditions of Zheng Xiaoqin's family obviously belong to the latter, and they can eat only a handful of times a year.

Today we specialize in frying sugar cakes, 99% of which are for Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan.

"Third Mom, Sister Qing'er, you can eat too, there are a lot of them!" Zheng Xiaoqin greeted Sun and Yang Ruoqing while busy.

"Okay, you're welcome then!" Yang Ruoqing took a pair of chopsticks, stepped forward and picked up a sugar cake from the bamboo basket sieve.

After taking a bite, hey, the outer skin was fried to a crispy texture, but the second layer was very soft and chewy.

Further inside, the syrup begins to penetrate into the cake, making it sweet.

Although the food has been fried in a frying pan, not only does it not feel greasy, but there is also a faint fragrance of wheat in it.

"Well, it's delicious, it's really delicious!"

Yang Ruoqing ate half of it in one go.

Zheng Xiaoqin was very happy and went to greet Sun and Wang Cuilian again:

"Third Mom, Aunt Cuilian, you guys should eat too, the fire is strong enough now, there's no need to add more firewood."

Wang Cuilian smiled and nodded: "No hurry, no hurry, you eat first."

Ms. Sun squatted over there to wipe the grease on the hands of the two children. She also turned to Zheng Xiaoqin and said with a smile: "I'm not in a hurry. You eat first, and we'll eat later."

Zheng Xiaoqin was speechless, "This is not reserved for guests. We are just going to eat together with you. Third mother, aunt, you all come to eat. Let's eat together. We don't have to wait around."

Zheng Xiaoqin took a sugar cake and brought it directly to Wang Cuilian, then stuffed it into Wang Cuilian's hand.

"Auntie, eat it!"

Wang Cuilian took the sugar cake.

So does Sun.

Mrs. Sun smiled and asked, "Did you leave it for Xianjun?"

Zheng Xiaoqin nodded: "Don't worry, there are plenty of them. When he comes back from work at night, he can eat them. This stuff doesn't need to be left to cool down."

It's the end of the year, the cold winter season.

There was almost no crop work in the fields. Jiang Xianjun did not stay at home for the winter like other men in the village, but went to Shiliba Village to find work.

Many families marry their daughter-in-law or daughter-in-law during the twelfth lunar month.

Even if it’s too late to build a new house, why not simply repair the house?

So Jiang Xianjun followed them to those villages, doing small jobs and so on, and he could earn some extra money to buy new year's goods.

Zheng Xiaoqin and Wang Cuilian all see Jiang Xianjun's current transformation and responsibility.

Yang Ruoqing has no special feelings or comments about this, because in her opinion, it is natural for a man to take care of the family.

It's like the responsibility God has given to women, which is to care for their husbands, educate their children, and have children.

Men don't need those, but men need to shoulder the burden to provide a home for women who have children, husbands and children, as well as children!

"Auntie, Sister Qing'er, you eat first, I'll send some sugar cookies to Mr. Xianjun and my uncle's house."

Zheng Xiaoqin took out two bowls, put some of the hot sugar cakes in the sieve into the two bowls, and walked out of the kitchen door.

In the kitchen, Wang Cuilian and Mrs. Sun were eating sugar cakes and said, "Xiao Qin is a kid who knows how to get into trouble, and she even knows how to send it to the Jiang family. This thing is a rare thing, and the Jiang family's two grandsons will definitely like it."

Mrs. Sun also nodded, "The grandchildren like it, the children are happy, and the adults are happier than eating it themselves."

These words touched Wang Cuilian's heart, because she herself was like this.

As long as we are reunited, eat well, and have fun, she, as a grandmother, is happier than anything else.

Whenever someone came over to tease the child, even if she didn't usually interact with them in the village, she would always greet them with a smile and take the initiative to find some topics to chat with.

As for Yang Ruoqing, after hearing the conversation between the two of them, she also expressed her own opinion: "Xiaoqin has a lot more troubles than the original Xianjun mother. Not only has her relationship with the uncle of the Jiang family become better, but she also has a good relationship with Xianjun's father."
Chapter completed!