Yang Ruoqing nodded, Uncle Luo is still playing a mystery?

When they came to the kitchen, aunt Wang Cuilian had put the hot sweet glutinous rice dumplings into a large open bowl and placed them on the small table next to the pot.

Then two clean empty bowls and two pairs of chopsticks were placed.

"Come, come and sit down to eat. The bowls and chopsticks have been scalded with hot water." Wang Cuilian greeted Yang Ruoqing with a smile.

The woman knew Yang Ruoqing's habit of carefully scalding the bowls and chopsticks with boiling water before each meal.

It is said that if you eat it in your stomach like this, you will not get sick easily.

So Wang Cuilian also learned and found that the number of times her body gets sick is indeed less than before.

"Auntie, why don't you give me and Tang Yazi's bowls and chopsticks? Where are yours?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Wang Cuilian said: "I had a late breakfast and I'm not hungry yet. You guys eat first. There's still some leftovers in the pot. I'll wait for your uncle to come back and eat together later."

Upon hearing this, Luo Fengtang pulled Yang Ruoqing to sit down and handed the chopsticks to her hand.

"Here, eat it while it's hot," he said, and put a piece of glutinous rice balls into the bowl in front of her.

Yang Ruoqing buried her head and took a bite.

It's fragrant, sweet, soft and waxy, and the outer layer is fried in the oil pan to form a thin golden shell.

The white sugar dissolves under the high temperature and becomes entangled with the shell. When you eat it in your mouth, the taste is really ecstasy!

"Is it delicious?" Wang Cuilian asked with a smile at the kitchen door.

The woman was holding a handful of melon seeds in her hand and cracking them.

Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly, with a look of enjoyment on her face.

"Auntie's craftsmanship is really good," she said.

Wang Cuilian smiled: "When it comes to making glutinous rice dumplings, your fifth aunt ranks first in our village."

"I also asked her for advice!" the woman said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing also laughed.

After taking another big bite of the glutinous rice dumplings and savoring the sweet taste in her mouth, she asked Wang Cuilian: "Auntie, where did my uncle go? Why hasn't he come back this noon?"

When asked about this, Wang Cuilian paused while cracking melon seeds, and the crackling and rhythmic sound also stopped abruptly.

"What about that? Your uncle didn't let me say it." Wang Cuilian said with a embarrassed look on her face.

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were also surprised, and they exchanged glances.

After giving up, Luo Fengtang put down his chopsticks and said to Wang Cuilian seriously: "Aunt, we are a family. What can uncle hide from us?"

Wang Cuilian's eyes averted and she stopped talking.

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and thought for a while, "Auntie, if I guessed correctly, uncle must have gone to Zhoujiacun, right?"

"Well……"

Wang Cuilian was surprised. This expression confirmed Yang Ruoqing's guess.

Before Yang Ruoqing could say anything, Luo Fengtang was annoyed.

"What's going on? Why did uncle go to Zhoujiacun?" he asked.

"No wonder when I went to take the carriage in the morning, I asked him and he still didn't tell me. He hesitated and said, "It turned out that I was going to Zhoujia Village!" Luo Fengtang asked.

Wang Cuilian smiled bitterly.

"Your uncle didn't let me tell you because he knew you didn't agree with him going to Zhoujia Village, so he went secretly."

"Why did uncle go to Zhoujia Village?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation again: "If I guessed correctly, my uncle probably felt sorry for his aunt in Zhoujiacun, so he sent her some New Year's goods. Auntie, right?"

Wang Cuilian smiled bitterly again and nodded.

"Why do you guess everything so accurately, Qing'er? I can't hide anything from you!" the woman said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "I know my uncle too well. Like my parents, he is the most kind-hearted person in the world."

Forget the faults of others and always only remember the goodness of others.

Especially family love, which cannot be given up.

"What? Uncle sending New Year's gifts to my aunt?" Luo Fengtang was even more shocked.

Regarding Luo Da'e's aunt, Luo Fengtang hasn't remembered anything related to her yet.

However, Yang Ruoqing had already told him what kind of person Luo Da'e was, and what she had done to the old Luo family and his nephew in the past.

Although he had no memory and could not empathize with her, Luo Fengtang was still extremely angry when he heard all the things Luo Da'e did.

"What did my uncle send to Zhoujiacun?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Wang Cuilian said: "Fish, meat, some rice and wheat flour, and probably some money..."

Luo Fengtang frowned and remained silent, obviously angry.

Wang Cuilian looked at Luo Fengtang's appearance and sighed.

"What's your uncle's temper? Just now Qing'er said that I don't agree with him going to Zhoujiacun, but I can't help him!" said the woman.

She is now considered a legitimate daughter-in-law of the old Luo family, her name has also been entered into the family tree, and she will be able to enter the ancestral graves of the old Luo family after her death.

Luo Da'e from Zhoujia Village is her only relative, and she is also related to her as sister-in-law and sister-in-law.

But it has been three years since I entered old Luo's house, and Luo Da'e has never been here at all.

This simply means that you don't take your parents' family seriously, and even the Clay Bodhisattva will have a temper.

It is inevitable that you will be dissatisfied.

After all, if you send so many things to Zhoujiacun, your own home will have much less.

It would be great to keep those wheat flour to make cakes for the baby, steamed buns and steamed buns, but give them to Luo Da'e for free...

Yang Ruoqing knew exactly what Wang Cuilian was thinking.

From the moment when the aunt and uncle decided to give up having children and regard themselves and Tangyazi as their only sons and daughters-in-law, Baby Luo became their most beloved granddaughter.

Auntie must be unhappy with her uncle's behavior of sending new year's goods this time, but she has a soft personality and it's hard to stop her.

"Tangyaozi, don't be so grim-faced, you're scaring auntie." Yang Ruoqing first poked Luo Fengtang's arm lightly.

"It's human nature for an uncle to love his aunt," she continued.

"If he wants to send it off, just let him go. After all, everyone has already arrived in Zhoujia Village, so what's the use of you getting mad here?" she asked.

"Our family is living a better life now. If my uncle wants to give something to his sister, just let him do it. We will treat it as a act of kindness."

Luo Fengtang said: "When uncle comes back, I will have a good talk with him. There is no need to be kind to people like my aunt."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, actually agreeing with Luo Fengtang's words in her heart.

Zhou Xia had already embraced her in the capital and became Princess Xuewu, but she never thought about taking care of her parents...

"Tangyaozi, you can talk to uncle about this, but you have to make it clear." Yang Ruoqing continued.

"Part of these rice grains, wheat flour, fish and meat are served by my uncle himself, and some are given by us as a filial piety to them."

"Whatever we honor them belongs to him. How he wants to distribute it is his own business and we cannot interfere." Yang Ruoqing said.

"However, no matter how well-off our family is, things don't come from a flood. If my uncle wants to give it away, I won't stop him, as long as he is happy. But we also have to make it clear that we are determined not to associate with Zhoujia Village!
Chapter completed!