Chapter 195 Three views must be harmonious

In the room, a kerosene lamp was lit, and the light illuminated the room through the glass cover.

Ran Qiuye was sitting on the edge of the Kang. On the other side, Yang Shitou's family was holding their child and talking to Ran Qiuye. Next to him was the daughter-in-law of Yang Dazhuang's family, Mrs. Wang.

The three women were chatting together, and it was obvious that Ran Qiuye did not let go, and most of them were listening.

Unable to bear the enthusiasm of the two rural ladies, they quickly turned the topic to Yang Xiaotao.

Ran Qiuye also became interested.

Outside the yard, Mr. Yang was holding a cattail leaf fan with a smile on his wrinkled face. Next to him, Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou were picking up pheasants. Yang Xiaotao stood beside him and explained.

But no matter what he said, Mr. Yang always smiled. He didn't know if it was because there were teachers in the school or if he had other reasons.

"Xiao Tao, I think the girl looks good."

Yang Dazhuang, who was picking chicken feathers, came over and said, and Mr. Yang nodded after hearing this.

As a veteran, Mr. Yang has seen too many different kinds of people.

Some people can tell their temperament just by looking at them.

After a short period of contact, Mr. Yang felt that this girl was worthy of his grandson.

Especially in terms of character, she not only has the perseverance of a farm girl, but also has the knowledge of a city girl. In addition, she is a teacher, so she must love to learn, and she is handsome, so she must be easy to have children.

The more Mr. Yang looked at it, the more he felt that such a girl should be his grandson's wife.

"Xiao Tao, you have to seize the opportunity. Don't let me lose it."

Yang Xiaotao was speechless. How many times have I explained this? Why don't you just listen to it?

"Master, I am a teacher."

"What's wrong, teacher? Don't tell me that you look down on her."

"With the look in your eyes, you think everyone else is blind."

"Ah, I, no, what's wrong with my eyes..."

Yang Xiaotao was speechless. If he said he didn't like her at all, he would be lying to himself.

But it’s not like falling in love at first sight.

He, Yang Xiaotao, a good young man of the new era, still lacks a wife?

I have seen many beautiful and elegant people in my previous life. Although I have no chance to get my hands on them, my horizons are not that good.

What's more, how old am I? If I wait for more than ten or twenty years and become prosperous, then there won't be many girls who are 18 or 19 years old.

Well

There was a lot to think about, but in short, Yang Xiaotao was not used to this quick way of determining relationships.

And with the lessons learned from the last failure, Yang Xiaotao didn't want to be too hasty.

What's more, he also needs to further understand the ingredients of Ran Qiuye.

After all, this is a lifelong matter.

Seeing that Yang Xiaotao was silent, Mr. Yang knew that he had his own opinion. When the words were over, Yang Xiaotao made his own choice.

"Okay, let's stew the chicken quickly and we'll eat later!"

As Mr. Yang said, Yang Xiaotao reacted and started to pack the pheasants.

In the room, Ran Qiuye listened to the two people talking and learned more about Yang Xiaotao.

One person said it might be fake.

The two people said that maybe they were colluding.

Three people said it, three people in the village said it, that means it is true.

The more he got to know Yang Xiaotao, the more profound the impression on Ran Qiuye's heart.

At nine o'clock in the evening, everyone gathered around the table, waiting for dinner to begin.

Mr. Yang is sitting inside, and on his right are Yang Dazhuang and Yang Shitou.

On the left are Ran Qiuye, from Yang Dazhuang's family and Yang Shitou's family.

Yang Xiaotao stood below and served dishes one after another.

For this evening meal, Yang Xiaotao was the chef.

Of the two chickens, one was chopped into pieces and served together with potatoes to make a large plate of chicken. Yang Xiaotao also put corn tortillas inside and took it out of the pot at one end, filling the room with the aroma.

It made those who were waiting salivate.

The other one is used to make soup, the chicken is fished out and prepared to be disassembled, and only the soup is served.

In addition, Yang Xiaotao also fried a portion of cabbage and a portion of shredded potatoes.

"Teacher Ran!"

Before eating, Mr. Yang deliberately put away his cigarette, picked up his wine glass, and looked at Ran Qiuye.

Seeing this, Ran Qiuye picked up the water glass and said, "Master! Just call me Qiuye."

"Okay, autumn leaves are good. Haha"

"This time, Qiuye can come, and on behalf of Yangjiazhuang, I would like to warmly welcome you."

"We only have two old bones in this school. As time goes by, there is no ink in our stomachs, so we can't hold on."

Mr. Yang sighed with emotion.

"Yes, the conditions in this village are difficult. Your coming here will bring honor to our village! Look up to our village."

Yang Dazhuang also picked up his wine glass and said, which made Ran Qiuye feel embarrassed.

"Come on, let's all drink together for the first cup, Mr. Jing Ran."

Yang Shitou took the opportunity to speak, several people bumped into each other, and Yang Xiaotao drank the wine in one gulp.

“Eat it while it’s hot!”

Mr. Yang greeted everyone, they didn't see this kind of delicacy very often.

There was a lot of food on the table, and soon the plate of chicken was finished, and everyone was still unsatisfied.

Ran Qiuye was not very hungry at first and ate a lot at lunch.

But this big pot of chicken was so delicious. After nibbling on one chicken leg, I was attracted by the corn tortillas inside. I ate two pieces and drank another bowl of chicken soup before I felt full.

After learning about Yang Xiaotao's cooking skills, she felt a little ashamed of herself. A girl couldn't cook as well as a boy. She felt somewhat ashamed.

After dinner, Mr. Yang looked at Yang Xiaotao and then at Ran Qiuye. The more he looked at them, the more he liked them. The more he looked at them, the more he felt that they were a perfect match.

Just because he was drunk, he suddenly spoke.

"Qiuye, here, I rely on my seniority and age to drag you up."

"Introducing to you, my grandson, Yang Xiaotao!"

"As for you, if you listen, it's fine if it goes with your heart. If it doesn't go with your heart, don't worry about it. Just pretend you didn't say anything."

When Ran Qiuye heard this, he couldn't tell what Mr. Yang meant. He was trying to attract matchmakers.

Yang Xiaotao was also stunned and was about to speak, but was stopped by Aunt Wang on the side.

Looking at Ran Qiuye's red face again, she could only remain silent.

"This kid has been living with his father since he was a child without his mother. He has experienced a lot over the years and is very sensible!"

"For his father, he almost lost his house and spent a lot of money. This child is filial."

"Also, look at our village. A few years ago..."

Mr. Yang started talking and kept talking. Yang Xiaotao's ears turned red. Was he so good?

Why don't you feel it yourself?

Ran Qiuye lowered his head and turned his eyes towards Yang Xiaotao. The moment their eyes met, they each dodged, but they understood both sides' intentions.

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After Mr. Yang finished speaking, he patted his butt and left, followed by Yang Dazhuang and others.

It was agreed during the meal that Ran Qiuye would live at Yang Xiaotao's house, and Mr. Yang would live at the brigade headquarters.

In his words, living in the brigade headquarters was safe, and he was able to look after his family's financial resources.

Of course, anyone with a discerning eye can see that she is treating Ran Qiuye as a granddaughter-in-law.

Yang Xiaotao did not refute, and Ran Qiuye also refused.

So, that night, the two of them didn't communicate much, each slept in the same room, but both fell into insomnia.

In the house, Yang Xiaotao rested his arms on his hands, and Xiaowei was playing happily on the window. The poor mosquito was penetrated by sharp wooden thorns before it could taste the blood, and then disappeared into the wooden pile, destroying the corpse and leaving no trace.

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To be continued...