Mrs. Sun suddenly realized: "Everyone says that Widow Wang is rude. It turns out that she is also someone who knows what is good and what is bad."

"Brother Luo was kind to her, and she still wanted to give her a bowl of mung bean cake. It's a small gift but a heavy affection."

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Widow Wang's life must be tight. It is indeed not easy."

Mrs. Sun sighed: "What a miserable woman. It's not easy to be a widow for so many years."

Yang Huazhong sighed.

"Actually, I think that if Widow Wang and Brother Luo are destined to live together, it would be good for them to live together," he said.

Mrs. Sun smiled: "If you had said this a month ago, I would have agreed."

"Now, I don't think they can make it!"

Yang Huazhong asked: "Why do you say that?"

Mrs. Sun curled her lips and said nothing.

On the side, Yang Ruoqing said knowingly: "Well, I'll go over there to get something."

She pretended to get something and retreated to the wall.

Here, Sun's voice really sounded.

"You men should understand men's thoughts better, why do you come to ask us women?" asked Sun in a low voice.

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, confused.

Sun glanced at Yang Ruoqing to make sure she couldn't hear clearly from a distance.

Just now he said to Yang Huazhong: "Last month, Brother Luo saw such an iconic Ma family."

"Tell me, as a man, can he still like King Cuilian?"

Yang Huazhong frowned: "But I know Widow Wang well and she is an honest person. Although she doesn't deal with the villagers very much, she has been a widow for these years, but she is upright and her shadow is upright, and she doesn't gossip at all..."

"Hey..." Mrs. Sun sighed.

"One hundred Widows Wang is good, she can compare with Ma's face. But Ma's face cannot be compared with one hundred Widows Wang's!" she said.

Men, in the final analysis, most of them are judged by their appearance.

Yang Huazhong seemed to have read Sun's thoughts and said: "No matter what Brother Luo thinks, anyway, I like you!"

Sun couldn't help but raised her hand and patted Yang Huazhong's arm.

"My daughter is still standing there, please lower your voice, you are shameless!" she said angrily.

Yang Huazhong grinned.

…

On the other side of the courtyard wall, Yang Ruoqing heard all this clearly without missing a word.

She didn't know why, but between the two widows, Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Wang, she was more optimistic about Widow Wang.

Of course, no one can say for sure about fate.

It will naturally become clear in the future.

The mother and daughter had cooked lunch, but Blacksmith Luo hadn't come over yet.

Mrs. Sun urged Yang Huazhong: "Go into the village and call Brother Luo."

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away."

When Yang Huazhong left, not only did he not invite Blacksmith Luo back, he also didn't come back himself.

"What's going on? Why do you ask him to call someone and not come back for a long time?"

Mrs. Sun was surprised and came to the gate to look around.

Yang Ruoqing took off the apron around her waist: "Mom, I'm going to see what's going on."

…

The old Luo family.

As soon as Yang Ruoqing walked to the door of the yard, she saw Luo Tiejiang, Yang Huazhong, and Ma Dafu sitting on each side of the open hall, drinking tea and chatting with him.

From the kitchen next to it, there was the crisp sound of cooking.

Are the Ma brothers and sisters coming?

Yang Ruoqing immediately walked into the main room.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Yang Huazhong quickly stood up.

Before Yang Huazhong could speak, Blacksmith Luo stopped Yang Huazhong first.

"Qing'er, you came here just in time. Go back and tell your mother that your father was left here at noon, so he's going to have dinner with me!"

Luo Fengtang said very excitedly, with spring breeze in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Yang Ruoqing blinked and looked at Yang Huazhong again.

Yang Huazhong smiled a little embarrassedly.

He said to Blacksmith Luo: "Brother Luo, I can't stay with you during this holiday. I have to go back to spend time with my wife and children!"

Blacksmith Luo said: "Oh, why don't we accompany you at night too? Mother Qing'er is not that unreasonable."

"No, Brother Dafu is here too. Let's have a good drink together."

Blacksmith Luo pointed at Ma Dafu, who was sitting opposite.

Ma Dafu also quickly smiled and gave some advice.

Seeing Yang Huazhong's embarrassed look, Yang Ruoqing laughed.

"Okay, Dad, then you can stay here for lunch and drink less. I'll go home first," she said.

Yang Huazhong nodded and sat down again.

Yang Ruoqing walked out of the main room and was about to go to the kitchen to chat with Ma.

Madam Ma just came out of the kitchen.

Wearing a blue scarf on her head to block oil smoke, a strand of bangs fell down and brushed her fair face.

Qian's slim waist is tied with an apron.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come out, Ma smiled softly, showing her white and neat teeth.

"Qing'er, ask your mother and brother to come over and eat together. I've beaten a lot of rice, it's enough..."

Ma extended a sincere invitation.

She is gentle and beautiful, and she sincerely invites others to come over for dinner.

This kind of thing should make people happy and grateful.

But Yang Ruoqing felt unhappy in her heart.

Did Ma’s attitude of ownership come a little early?

In real terms, she is the niece-in-law of this family.

It’s not Ma’s turn to have the power of cooking pots and shovels in the kitchen, right?

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips and was about to fight back on the spot when a figure ran out from behind.

It's Blacksmith Luo.

"Oh my god, I'm so confused, but Ma's sister, you think more carefully."

Blacksmith Luo patted his head.

"Qing'er, go and tell your mother, why don't you all come over and eat together!" He said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the two people standing together.

What I wanted to say before suddenly felt unnecessary.

"Thank you, uncle, but no need, my mother has already cooked the rice," she said.

"Ah? Is that so?"

Blacksmith Luo was startled.

"Okay, then it's up to you!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, turned around and left without looking at Ma again.

Blacksmith Luo turned to Ma and said, "Sister Ma, I want you to cook the food, thank you for your hard work..."

Ma's smiling eyes glared at Blacksmith Luo, showing a bit of shyness.

"Brother Luo is so angry when he says this to me. I don't like to hear it!"

After saying that, he twisted his slim waist and ducked into the kitchen.

Blacksmith Luo looked at Ma's back and felt a little lost.
To be continued...