Yang Ruoqing nodded, "I'm still saying that, as the woman, it's best to keep calm about this matter and don't take the initiative to go to the man to find an explanation."

"Unless there is a premise, that is, the woman is marrying down, the man is high-ranking, or the woman has many fathers and brothers, so she can use the power to come to the door to argue, otherwise, don't go there rashly, it will not be a good thing if you can't ask for it, but you will also expose yourself.

The idea is to make the man mistakenly think that your girl will never have a good life except for taking care of their family. As women, we must have the integrity we should have."

Ping'er listened carefully and remembered everything in her heart.

"Aunt Qing'er."

Suddenly someone called me from behind.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and saw a young man who was already as tall as her. He was wearing a double-breasted jacket with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was wearing black coarse trousers with the legs rolled up to his knees. He was wearing a pair of straw sandals with his toes covered.

Mud.

The young man carried a pile of firewood on his back and a basket filled with wild vegetables in his arms.

"Bingbing?"

Yang Ruoqing turned around in surprise and looked at the young man in front of her.

I haven’t seen him for more than a year. Isn’t Bingbing also a flying monkey? He has jumped so high all of a sudden? And his voice is changing, and he will be a real big boy in two or three years!

"Bingbing, why are you back? Are you back for lunch?" Ping'er asked quickly.

Farming is busy right now, and the two of them are working early in the morning and late at night in the fields cutting rapeseeds. Originally, she was going too, but Zhou Sheng was worried about Huahua, so he left Ping'er at home to take care of Huahua.

When Bingbing greeted Yang Ruoqing, his eyes were full of respect from a junior to his elders.

But when Ping'er talked to him, his eyes instantly became a little cold.

"Well, my father sent me back to get lunch," he said.

Hearing this, Ping'er immediately became anxious, "I'll burn it right away. It'll be quick."

Then she said to Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er, thank you for the melon seeds and donkey-hide gelatin. I'll cook lunch for them first, and I'll talk to you another day."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, then raised her hand to pat Bingbing's shoulder and turned to leave.

Bingbing suddenly caught up with him.

"Aunt Qing'er."

"What's up?"

Bingbing took out a handful of bird eggs from the basket on his shoulder and handed them over, "These are the bird eggs I picked up in the rapeseed field. I'd like to ask my aunt to bring some back to the baby. She was mumbling last time that she wanted to eat bird eggs."

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That girl wants to eat bird eggs? Why didn't you tell me about it?

"I'll accept your kindness for my baby, but you should keep the eggs for yourself. I'll ask her father to get them for him later." Yang Ruoqing declined Bingbing's kindness with a smile and turned to leave.

The conditions of Ping'er's family are average. Now that Huahua is in confinement, the old hens are almost killed. How can they bear to take these eggs? Let them eat by themselves!

Yang Ruoqing walked away, but Bingbing still stood there, his face a little red.

He took the eggs back and went into the yard a little gloomily.

Bingbing entered the yard and Ping'er was already busy in the kitchen.

Bingbing put the firewood in the yard and the wild vegetable basket at the door of the kitchen.

Ping'er heard the noise and poked her head out, and was very happy to see the wild vegetables and firewood, "My soldiers are really capable, are you tired? Hurry up and drink tea in the house."

Bingbing ignored Ping'er, and Ping'er knew the reason.

Originally, the relationship between the stepmother and her stepson was just average, and during this period of time, Huahua spent her confinement at her parents' house and ate up all the old hens at home, which made Bingbing even more annoyed.

Seeing that Bingbing ignored her, Ping'er retracted her head and went to have lunch for a long time.

The little girl ran out of the main room, hugged Bingbing's legs and called her brother.

Bingbing leaned over and picked up his little sister, and asked in a low voice, "Did you miss your brother last night?"

The little girl kissed Bingbing on the cheek and said, "I want to."

Bingbing smiled and gently scratched the little girl's nose.

The little girl took out a handful of candies from her pocket and stuffed them into Bingbing's arms. "The candies brought by Aunt Qing."

"It's aunt." Bingbing corrected, he was calling Zhou Sheng's seniority.

"It's aunt."

"Brother, I won't argue with you anymore. Come down and I'll show you something nice."

Bingbing led his little sister to the door of the kitchen, uncovered the wild vegetables and showed her the eggs inside.

There are nearly twenty eggs, small and round, with brown markings on them.

"Wow, Dandan, I like to eat bird eggs." The little girl clapped her hands and cheered.

Bingbing smiled proudly, pointed to the kitchen, and said to his little sister in a low voice, "Go and ask your mother to cook."

The little sister happily ran into the kitchen, while Bingbing went into the main room to drink tea.

Hearing Huahua's cry in the west room, Bingbing's brows furrowed into a knot.

In the kitchen, Ping'er put the eggs in a pot of hot water to boil, while kneading the dough and preparing to paste rolls for the two men to satisfy their hunger at noon.

"Mom, are the eggs ripe?" The little girl stood at the mouth of the stove and pounded the stove with a fire stick. This was the third time she asked.

"Come on, come on, mother will fish it out for you."

Ping'er boiled ten of the twenty eggs, four for Huahua who will be in confinement later, and four for Bingbing who is growing up. The little girl is still young, so two are enough.

She smashed the remaining ten in a bowl, put some chopped green onions in them, and fried two pickled radishes together so that they could eat them with rolls.

Ping'er quickly fished out the eggs, soaked them in cold water, and then told the little girl who had how many eggs.

"Why do my brothers and sisters have four pills, but I only have two? There's not enough to eat..." The little girl's voice was soft, a little unhappy.

Ping'er then touched her head and said, "Sister, you need to take more supplements when your health is bad. Your brother has to do some strenuous work. You can play at home, just take two pills. Aren't there some fruit candies that your Aunt Qing'er brought over?"

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The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded sensibly.

Ping'er was very pleased. She took the egg out of the cold water and found that the outside of the eggshell was no longer hot.

"Here, bring it to your brothers and sisters. You guys eat first. I'll have the rolls ready soon."

Ping'er posted eight papers at once, and when she was about to post the ninth paper, there was the sound of a stool being thrown from the other side of the hall.

Ping'er's hands shook and she rushed out of the kitchen without even bothering to wipe them.

As soon as he stepped into the main room, he heard the heartbreaking cry of the little girl. The cry was mixed with panic.

Immediately, Bingbing's roar broke out, "Are you sick? I made these eggs. No one asked you to eat them. I begged you to eat them. If you don't eat them, you will pull them down and throw them? Who are you throwing them for? Yes."

Can you try throwing one in front of me?"

"My aunt is about to throw me down. If you can, try hitting me."

"That's what you said, don't ask for a beating..."

There was a noise in the house.

Ping'er pushed the door open in a panic, shouting, "Huahua, Bingbing, you must not fight..."
Chapter completed!