Chapter 703: Try something new (fourth update)
And the remaining two acres of land were not planted with rice seedlings.
It has always been deserted there.
Lao Yangtou **** reminded me.
The couple farts like Lao Yangtou.
Old Yang was so angry that he didn't even bother to care anymore.
So, on today’s Dragon Boat Festival, people in the front and back yards are busy making rice dumplings to celebrate the festival.
Yang Huaming and Mr. Liu couldn’t sit still.
Yang Huaming said to Mrs. Liu, "Go and borrow some glutinous rice and red dates from Sister-in-law Three, and we can also make rice dumplings for the festival!"
Mrs. Liu sat on the stool with the three girls in her arms. , curled his lips towards Yang Huaming.
"Why are these dwarves sending me away for everything? I want to borrow it from you. If you don't borrow it, we won't eat it!" she said.
“Don’t eat?” Yang Huaming smiled.
Pointing at Mr. Liu: "You are a greedy woman, can you control your mouth and not eat rice dumplings?"
Ms. Liu sneered: "I tell you Yang Huaming, I will still I really can control it!"
After that, Ms. Liu picked up the three girls and walked out of the house.
Yang Huaming was left alone in the room sulking.
He raised his foot and kicked over a stool, making the two girls next to him shrink into a ball.
Yang Huaming's eyes flashed and he said to his two girls: "You two, you are not allowed to go anywhere today. You will just squat in the backyard at the door of your third uncle's kitchen."
"When you get rice dumplings later, take them back to honor you and me, do you understand?"
The two girls shrank their necks in fear and ran out of the house.
"Mother Xipi, when will a room full of losers come to an end!"
Yang Huaming cursed and kicked over a small pony on the side.
Here, Ms. Liu carried the three girls out of the house and looked at the two kitchens in the yard.
At the door of the kitchen in the main house, Mrs. Jin was squatting on the ground playing reed leaves.
In the small kitchen opposite, Bao Suyun was chopping meat.
"Hmph, you are all working so hard. Even if I don't work so hard, I can still eat rice dumplings."
Ms. Liu snorted secretly, turned around with the three girls in her arms, and headed towards the front yard. Went.
Going straight to the door of Yang Hua'an's house in the front yard, Ms. Liu freed up a hand and swept a strand of bangs from her forehead.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
“Who?”
Yang Huaan's lazy voice came from inside, and he knew he was still sleeping in.
"Brother, it's me."
There was a rustling sound inside, and soon, Yang Huaan came over and opened the door.
Seeing Mrs. Liu standing at the door of the house holding the three girls, Yang Huaan was startled for a moment, and then smiled widely.
"Hey, are they the fourth brother and sister?" he asked with a smile.
His eyes glanced at Mrs. Liu's body.
The woman in front of me is in her mid-twenties.
Although her skin color is a little darker and her face has a few freckles, her figure is not bad.
With curves, it can be considered exquisite.
Although it is far inferior to the slender waist of the five younger brothers and sisters, it is more than a hundred times better than the deaf and mute mother-in-law at home.
"Fourth brother and sister, what's the matter with you? Your sister-in-law is making rice dumplings in the backyard kitchen!" Yang Hua'an said again.
Ms. Liu smiled at Yang Huaan and said, "I know that my sister-in-law is busy in the kitchen. She is a third girl. She wants to come and play with uncle, so I will bring her over."
Yang Hua An was surprised and looked at the seven-month-old girl in Liu's arms.
No one can recognize a kid with a big fart, so he still wants to play tricks on his uncle?
That’s nonsense!
Yang Huaan smiled and stretched out his hand towards the third girl, "Hey, third girl, you still care about your uncle so much? Come on, come on, uncle, give me a hug, let's eat some candies!"
The seven-month-old It is the time to 'recognize a child'.
Seeing Yang Huaan stretch out his hand, he curled his mouth, turned around and put his face on Mrs. Liu's shoulder to cry.
“Oh, you are so squeamish again, this kid deserves a beating!”
Mrs. Liu laughed and scolded, and patted the third girl’s little buttocks a few times.
Holding the child in his arms, he entered Yang Huaan's house.
Yang Huaan also closed the door... Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the craftsmen are celebrating the festival at home.
The restaurant will also be closed for one day today.
In the small kitchen next to the east room.
Yang Huazhou is helping Bao Suyun make rice dumplings.
The man squatted at the door of the stove, stuffing firewood into the stove candy, and occasionally raised his eyes to glance at his beautiful wife.
My heart and eyes are full of happiness.
This time last year, he was still a bachelor.
I didn’t expect that I would be a father soon this year.
These days are getting more and more enjoyable as time goes by.
Over there, Bao Suyun was chopping bacon and glanced towards Yang Huazhou.
Seeing him peeking at her, she pursed her lips and smiled.
"What are you looking at? My wife doesn't recognize her?" she asked.
Yang Huazhou grinned: "Hey, I recognize it. Even if I recognize it, I can't get enough of it."
Two red clouds rose up on Bao Suyun's cheeks. He glanced at the door of the kitchen and said to Yang Huazhou in a low voice: "Keep your voice down. If someone listens, you won't laugh at me to death!"
Yang Huazhou is lying! Smiling stupidly.
What came to mind, Yang Huazhou asked Bao Suyun: "Yesterday you went back to Baojia Village to deliver Dragon Boat Festival gifts. Your sister-in-law didn't say anything to you, right?"
Bao Suyun was startled.
I immediately understood what the man was referring to.
Since she and Lao Wu moved to the town, Lao Wu also made purchases in the restaurant.
Every time my sister-in-law comes back to town, she has to borrow money from her.
Every time, he used Dabao as an excuse, borrowing one hundred or two hundred yuan.
Borrowed and refused to return...
Later, she found reasons to decline.
"I'm going back to give the Dragon Boat Festival gift. My brother happens to be at home. In front of my brother, my sister-in-law didn't say anything."
Bao Suyun said.
Yang Huazhou nodded.
"What about Dabao? Does Dabao still like the food you brought back?" He asked again.
Mentioning this, Bao Suyun showed a happy smile on his face.
"I like it, but what I like most is the chicken cake Qing'er sent me," she said.
Yang Huazhou smiled and said: "That was made by Tang Yazi. Now that Tang Yazi has gone to join the army, he can't eat even if he wants to."
Bao Suyun clicked his tongue and said: "Tang Yazi and Qing'er, it's right, two people They are both clever and clever. "
"Hey, the first time I met Tang Yazi, I thought he was such a cold person, how could he get along with Qing'er? "
< br>Hearing Bao Suyun's words, Yang Huazhou smiled.
"There is no cold person in this world, but the person he warms to is not us..." the man said.
Bao Suyun was startled for a moment, "What you said makes sense. Oh my, it's different after purchasing, right?"
Yang Huazhou chuckled.
Bao Suyun looked at the glutinous rice and bacon in front of him and said to Yang Huazhou: "I made a large portion. Let's send some to my parents later."
"Send some to each room. , and Qing'er Ga Po, I also plan to send some there."
Yang Huazhou said: "Forget it about the second and fourth bedrooms. One of them will not go back to the village at all during the festival. The other one is too lazy to eat. I would rather feed the dog than give it to the fourth bedroom!"
Bao Suyun said: "I have to give it to my two nieces. Let's try something new."
Yang Huazhou nodded: "Yeah. "It's up to you to make the decision, but Qing'er Gapo and the others came all the way from the mountains and are relatives of us."
"The third brother and the third sister-in-law are so helpful to us, so we should give some to Sun." "The two elders of the family."
The young couple made up their minds and worked together to make rice dumplings.
In the backyard, Yang Ruoqing and Sun were busy making rice dumplings together.
In the past ten years, I have never had a prosperous Dragon Boat Festival.
(End of this chapter)