Since Mrs. Sun has company, Yang Ruoqing naturally doesn't insist on it, so just go with Mrs. Sun and give her some food. If Mrs. Tan likes it or not, she can gain a good reputation in the eyes of outsiders as a good wife.

Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Sun were waiting for Bao Suyun at the gate of the courtyard, and Bao Suyun came soon.

Yang Ruoqing took a look at the food prepared by Bao Suyun, which was a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake, plus a bowl of vermicelli cooked with bean sprouts and minced meat, with a layer of green chive foam sprinkled on top, which was eye-catching.

"Fifth Aunt, if I don't accept your food, give me the sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice cake. I appreciate it." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Bao Suyun was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh: "If you like it, I'll make it for you later. It's simple, as long as there are osmanthus flowers."

"There are so many sweet-scented osmanthus in this season. There are several sweet-scented osmanthus trees in my backyard. I can just get as many sweet-scented osmanthus as my aunt wants," Yang Ruoqing said.

Bao Suyun nodded, and while the three of them were waiting, Liao Meiying also came over from the entrance of the village carrying a basket.

"Third Aunt, Fifth Aunt, I kept you waiting for a long time." Liao Meiying said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, we just came out," said Sun.

Bao Suyun asked Liao Meiying curiously: "What food did you prepare for your milk?"

Liao Meiying said: "A steamed bream."

Liao Meiying glanced at Yang Ruoqing and was a little surprised to see her hands empty, but it dissipated in an instant, but was still captured by Yang Ruoqing.

"Sister-in-law, don't be surprised. I have never thought about giving food to coax my milk. In my mother's heart, as long as I don't make her angry, she will be happier than eating anything."

Liao Meiying smiled awkwardly: "Qing'er was joking."

Yang Ruoqing shrugged, too lazy to explain too much.

"Mom, go ahead and eat while the food is still warm," she urged.

Mrs. Sun nodded and left with Bao Suyun and Liao Meiying.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and returned to the yard.

The family is very quiet today. My uncle has gone to the Taoist temple to take charge of the overall situation. My aunt Wang Cuilian is busy cutting the last wave of peppers, eggplants, cowpeas and so on in the vegetable garden. My mother-in-law Tuoba Xian stays in the small Buddhist hall to worship Buddha all year round.

Luo Fengtang and his son went outside to ride horses...

Yang Ruoqing picked up a clean bamboo basket, broke osmanthus branches in the backyard, and collected osmanthus flowers.

Osmanthus is an excellent ingredient for making spices, pastries, and wine.

Devote yourself wholeheartedly to one thing, and you will be busy for a while.

There were footsteps in the front yard.

Could it be that the three men on horseback are back?

"Qing'er, are you in the backyard?"

It was Bao Suyun's voice.

"Here you are, fifth aunt." Yang Ruoqing came over quickly with a small basket in her arms. At the end of the corridor, she saw Bao Suyun, who was looking for the backyard.

"Qing'er, here's the sweet-scented osmanthus cake for you."

Seeing Yang Ruoqing, Bao Suyun stopped, placed the food box on the corridor, opened the lid and took out a plate of pastries.

"What? Are you really fooled by me?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

Bao Suyun nodded: "Not only did I refuse, but I was also scolded, saying that we cats are crying and mice are pretending to be compassionate."

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's mouth twitched.

She originally wanted to accept the plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, but something came to her mind. She took back her hand and asked Bao Suyun with a smile: "Fifth Aunt, my grandma is always spitting when she curses people, and she always likes to spit. This sweet-scented osmanthus cake..."

Bao Suyun was startled for a moment, then smiled.

She picked up a piece and ate it herself, and said, "Don't worry, your mother didn't even touch the food. Your sister-in-law was the first to send the fish over, and the fish was swept to the ground. Your mother and I were so scared."

I didn’t even take anything out.”

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, took a piece of pastry to eat, and praised: "Fifth Aunt, you and my mother have become smarter now!

Bao Suyun smiled helplessly: "After a lot of experience, you have to be more thoughtful. Okay, Qing'er, please accept the pastries. I have to go back. Mianmian is doing embroidery at home alone."

Yang Ruoqing didn't keep it, but just stuffed a handful of osmanthus branches with osmanthus flowers in it: "Fifth Aunt, this is just broken. It's very fragrant. You can take it back and put it in a bottle."

After it dries, it can also be used to make cakes and fermented wine, killing two birds with one stone.

Bao Suyun happily accepted the cinnamon twig and went home.

It's dinner time.

After riding a horse all afternoon and playing with his father and brother, Luo Baobao was very happy when he saw the steamed pork and sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the table.

Yang Ruoqing gave each of the two children a piece of steamed pork. When she saw Baby Luo devouring it, she smiled and said, "If you like it, I will make steamed pork tomorrow too."

Luo Baobao said: "Mom, I also want steamed pork ribs, small ribs with bones as thick as a little finger."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "That's the ribs, Cheng. Let your dad buy them early tomorrow morning."

Luo Fengtang nodded happily.

It’s time for dinner at Lao Wang’s house.

The Eight Immortals table is divided into four sides. Not counting the two twins studying in the town academy, Wang Hongquan, Wang Shuanzi, Yang Huamei and Tan each sit on one side.

Tan's eyes are blind, but his nose is extremely sensitive.

The dishes were placed on the table, and she immediately smelled the aroma of stewed chicken.

Mrs. Tan was not originally a greedy old lady, but in the afternoon she was attracted by the food brought by Ms. Sun's Bao Suyun and Liao Meiying.

At that time, she was still angry and felt that she would lose if she ate the food they brought her. So she not only refused to eat, she also swept the bowl of steamed fish sent by Liao Meiying to the ground.

Later, throughout the afternoon, she smelled the lingering aroma of steamed fish in the room, as if an invisible big hand was teasing her. No, it was dinner time. She felt that she had never been as hungry as she was tonight in several years.

"Mei'er, my mother-in-law's eyesight is inconvenient, please help her pick up the food." Son-in-law Wang Shuanzi said.

Yang Huamei said "hmm", and as soon as she raised her hand, she accidentally knocked over the candle at her hand, and the hall suddenly fell into darkness.

"Oh, look, I'm really careless. I'm going to get the fire folds. Just sit down and don't move around!" Yang Huamei said.

"I'll go."

"Need not."

"I'll go with Shuanzi..."

"I'd better go!"

Several voices sounded around the table, and then two stools twitched a few times, and chaotic footsteps left the main room and headed towards the kitchen.

For Ms. Tan, who has long been accustomed to darkness, whether she lights the lamp or not has no effect on her.

She carefully identified the movement and direction in the darkness. When the footsteps left the main room, she quickly made a judgment that Wang Hongquan and Wang Shuan, his son and his son, had gone to the kitchen to get candles. She and Yang Huamei were the only ones left at the table in the main room.

two.

Tan leaned her body towards Yang Huamei and said in a low voice: "Mei'er, when you pick up the food for me later, don't just scoop out the soup. Give me a big chicken leg, and you can have a big chicken leg yourself."
Chapter completed!