Chapter 903: The looks follow my mother (1st update)
“Bang!”
The wine bowl held by Blacksmith Luo suddenly fell to the table.
"My hands are shaking after drinking too much wine. It's okay..."
Blacksmith Luo explained hurriedly and quickly straightened the wine bowl.
Bai Laowu also smiled: "Brother Luo, I know it's a bit presumptuous for me to ask this, but I can't help it."
"To be honest, Luo's facial features are similar to those of my former friend." Old friend, 80% Similar!”
“I came here because I have official business, and secondly, I just want to make a detour to Changping Village to inquire about the life of Mr. Luo...”
< br>Blacksmith Luo smiled dryly.
“There are a lot of people who look alike in this world.”
"My Tangyazi's facial features look like Brother Bai's old friend. Hehe, this is Tangyazi's blessing."
"However, there is nothing much to say about his life. The whole village knows that he is the second son of my family." The son I brought back from outside is the son of my second brother..."
"Brother Luo!"
Bai Laowu interrupted Blacksmith Luo.
"Then let me ask you again, you and your second brother should be about the same size and appearance, right?" Bai Laowu asked.
Blacksmith Luo was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"According to this, Mr. Luo should be somewhat similar to Brother Luo, but the fact is that he is nothing like you at all!"
"On the contrary, he is like me. The old friend is exactly the same, I have to doubt it!"
Bai Lao Wudao.
Tiejiang Luo blushed: "Tang Yazi looks like his mother..."
Bai Laowu interrupted Blacksmith Luo: "Brother Luo, people in the village say that your second brother brought Mr. Luo back from outside. It's two different things if he is brought back by his own son!"
" I want to hear the truth..."
Tiejiang Luo stood up suddenly, looking a little annoyed.
"Why are you like this?" Blacksmith Luo asked.
“I respect you as the military leader of my Tang Yazi family, and you are not bad to him, so I invite you to drink and have a heart-to-heart talk!”
"I've said everything that needs to be said. Tang Yazi is the son of my second brother and a descendant of our old Luo family. Don't mess with me anymore!"
Bai Laowu also stood up. body.
"Brother Luo, if you have something to say, please say it. Don't be upset. I have no bad intentions..." he explained.
Blacksmith Luo was obviously impatient.
"I still have something to do. Brother Bai, you should go back to Lao San's house to rest. I'm sorry I can't entertain you anymore!"
Is this an eviction order?
Bai Laowu nodded angrily.
"Okay, Brother Luo, you are busy first, and we will drink together later." He said.
Blacksmith Luo said nothing.
Bai Laowu sighed and left.
He left with his front foot, and Blacksmith Luo closed the main room door tightly.
Until he was the only one left in the room, Blacksmith Luo returned to the table with heavy steps.
Filled his bowl with wine and brought it to his mouth with trembling hands.
After all, I was not in the mood to drink anymore, and what was lingering in my ears were Bai Laowu’s previous words.
Tiejiang Luo put down the wine bowl, his face paled in panic, and something complicated was surging in his eyes.
Over the years, he has always kept in mind his brother's instructions before his death.
He planned to take that secret into the coffin, and he had no intention of telling it even to Tang Yazi.
I have no other thoughts, I just hope that this child can grow up safely and live a stable life.
This is the second brother’s entrustment before his death.
But now, Bai Laowu came to the door.
Blacksmith Luo felt flustered and uneasy.
I wonder what Bai Laowu’s real intention is?
While you are nice to Tang Yazi on the surface, are there any bad intentions hidden behind it?
The more Blacksmith Luo thought about it, the more unsure he became. Bowl after bowl of boring wine was poured into his stomach.
I don’t know how much I drank. I don’t know even when I’m drunk.
It wasn't until Luo Fengtang came back after a long journey and opened the door that he found that his uncle had slipped under the table and was sleeping soundly...
...
The Zuo family's matter was settled. The evil Pang brothers were also beheaded, and Yang Ruoqing was in a good mood.
In order to thank Bai Laowu for his help, she was busy making delicious food to reward Bai Laowu.
A whole hare was skinned and roasted on a charcoal grill.
Sun was busy making home-cooked dishes, giving Bai Laowu a feast again.
Early the next morning, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang left the house with hoes, winnowing wedges and wooden buckets.
The two came to the large rice field at the entrance of the village and chose a small ditch.
Luo Fengtang used a hoe to dig out a lot of soil on the side to block both ends of the small ditch.
Then two people each held a bucket and stood in the ditch to scoop the water into the rice fields on the side.
In less than half an hour, it was almost done, leaving only a shallow layer of muddy water just up to the ankles.
The two men changed their hands and fished in the muddy water.
It's like sweeping back and forth with a big ladle when cooking hot pot.
All the small fish, shrimps, crabs and so on that were stranded in the ditch were caught.
"Haha, crucian carp, mullet, yellow chili diced, crayfish, crab, loach, there are so many..."
Yang Ruoqing came ashore and counted the spoils in the barrel, her mouth tilted to the side with joy. Went.
Luo Fengtang rolled up his trousers and stood in the ditch to continue fishing.
Looking at her happy look, he was also very happy.
"At noon, the military leader is in good luck again!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
With the current conditions at home, if you want to eat fish, you have to spend some money to go to town. What big fish can’t be bought?
However, this kind of wild fish caught by your own hands tastes more delicious!
"Tangyaozi, if you keep fishing hard for a while, I will make you a large portion of braised fish this noon."
She stared at the results in the barrel and calculated them carefully. With.
"As for the loach, just cook it with tofu."
"The crab is used to make crab roe buns..."
"Oh, I can't do it, I can't, my mouth is almost watering. Come down..."
When lunch was put on the table, Bai Laowu's eyes widened as he looked at the exquisite farm dishes in front of him.
"Qing'er, how did you cook this loach tofu? Oh my God, this is beyond the realm of cooking!"
Bai Laowu looked at the loach tofu in front of him with a look of novelty on his face.
Tofu, cut into medium-sized cubes, did not fall apart at all after being cooked.
But the loach got into the tofu.
The fragrance of tofu and the deliciousness of loach are connected by high temperature, oil, salt, onion and ginger, and finally achieve qualitative sublimation.
The soup is milky white, like rice soup.
Bai Laowu couldn't bear to use his chopsticks.
"Qing'er, this loach is drilling into tofu. You have to teach Uncle Bai a lesson later, and I'm going to let it crawl through it too!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled happily: "No problem!"
Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing greeted Bai Laowu to sit down, and Yang Huazhong walked in from the door of the hall.
Before dinner, Yang Huazhong went to the old house and invited Lao Yang to come over for a drink.
Now, he is the only one back.
"Dad, where is my father?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.
Yang Huazhong shook his head.
Yang Ruoqing was surprised. Why, it’s been several days since the fourth aunt’s incident. Did Old Yang feel too shameless to hang around?
(End of this chapter)