"It's not like that!"

Yang Huaming rushed over.

"My eldest brother was careless. He asked him to come out to burn incense and not to smoke dry cigarettes. He still smoked, and the sparks fell to the ground and lit the thatch..."

"Fourth, what are you talking about?"

Old Yangtou drank Yang Huaming's throat.

Yang Huaming looked aggrieved.

"Why can't you say it? Anyone with eyes will know that it was our old Yang family who started this fire."

"Since it was our old Yang family who instigated it, I want to push out the instigator. Why do we have to help eldest brother take the blame one by one?"

Yang Huaming's voice roared louder than Lao Yangtou's.

Old Yang was stunned and looked at Yang Huaming blankly. Finally, his face changed with anger.

On the side, Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou both came over to persuade Yang Huaming, "Forget it, fourth brother, stop saying a few words, this is the New Year."

"Yes, once the fire is put out, it's done and everyone should stop talking about it."

Li Zheng and other villagers saw that the father and son of the old Yang family were quarreling, and it was hard to say any more questions.

"Where's your boss? Why don't you see him?"

Someone with sharp eyes in the crowd asked.

Only then did everyone realize that Yang Huaan was really not here.

Old Yang looked around and said, "It's strange. When he was putting out the fire, I heard him coughing. The sound was not far from me. Where did it go?"

At this time, Luo Fengtang's voice came from behind the pile of burnt trees on the side.

"Everyone, come quickly, Uncle Yang is here, he has fainted!"

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly gathered around.

Sure enough, Yang Huaan was lying on the ground, his face covered in soot that looked like black coal.

His eyebrows were closed and he remained motionless.

"Where's Uncle Fu? Uncle Fu, come quickly!"

"I'm coming!"

Uncle Fu, who went up the mountain to burn incense, also rushed over and poured all the tea for his ancestors into Yang Hua'an.

After pushing and stroking again and again, Yang Huaan finally opened his eyelids after a violent cough.

Seeing so many people surrounding him, and looking at the surrounding woods behind the fire, Yang Huaan remembered.

"Uh...cough cough cough..."

He coughed so heart-breakingly that he wanted to cough up his lungs.

But no one patted him on the back.

Everyone found him, saw that he was awake, and dispersed.

Brothers Yang Huazhong were packing empty baskets there, but brother Yang Yongxian didn't even come over to say a word to Yang Hua'an.

Everyone is heartbroken for someone who fails to achieve anything but fails more than he does, and who is always holding everyone back.

Of course, there was another person squatting beside Yang Huaan, never leaving.

That person is Lao Yangtou.

"Boss, are you okay? Can you stand up?" Old Yang asked anxiously.

Yang Huaan coughed for a while and finally calmed down for a while.

"Dad, help me up."

"Hey, okay, okay!"

Old Yangtou quickly helped Yang Huaan up.

"How about it? Can it be done? If not, I will call Lao San and others to carry you down the mountain." Lao Yangtou asked.

Yang Huaan shook his head: "He won't carry me on his back. I'm not a useless person. I can climb down the mountain!"

An event of burning incense and worshiping ancestors ended with a fire.

Everyone at Lao Yang's house packed up and went down the mountain. Yang Ruoqing and others also returned to the opposite mountainside, picked up Wang Cuilian, and went back to the village together.

When we returned to the village, it was already afternoon and the sun was gradually turning westward.

Yang Ruoqing said to Wang Cuilian: "Aunt, as we agreed before, you and your uncle will go to our place for this year's New Year's Eve dinner."

"We'll come back to eat tomorrow, the first day of the Lunar New Year."

Wang Cuilian did not refuse the things that had been discussed.

The woman nodded cheerfully: "Okay, I'll change my clothes and go over to help you cook the New Year's Eve dinner together."

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily: "Okay, then I'll go back and wait for you."

"Sure, go quickly."

Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian were preparing for the New Year's Eve dinner, and Tuoba Xian also came to the kitchen for the first time.

"I've been sleeping on the heated kang all winter, and today is the Chinese New Year. I also want to come to the kitchen and see you cooking." Tuoba Xian said.

Yang Ruoqing was chopping vegetables quickly and was very happy to hear this.

"Of course that's good, but the kitchen is a bit cold and I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it," she said.

Tuoba Xian said: "It's okay, I have plenty to wear."

Wang Cuilian came in from the outside holding firewood. Hearing this, she smiled and said: "If Madam Xian is not afraid of getting dirty, you can sit at the door of the stove. When the fire in the stove starts to heat up, it will be warm there!"

Tuoba Xian took a look and saw that the farmer's earthen stove had two stove openings at the bottom, corresponding to the two large and small pots on the pot table.

"Sister-in-law, which stove are you taking care of?" Tuoba Xian asked.

Wang Cuilian said: "I'll work on the stove together. Now that you're here, just sit inside."

"When the rice is cooking in the pot, I will put some hard wood in it and the fire will be strong. You don't have to worry about the meal. You can just warm the fire."

So Tuoba Xian sat inside at the door of the stove, and Wang Cuilian sat outside.

At the pot station, Yang Ruoqing does all the washing, chopping, preparing and cooking.

"Watching Qing'er cooking is more interesting than watching singing and dancing!"

Tuoba Xian leaned against the tall stack of firewood behind her with a contented look on her face, squinting and following Yang Ruoqing's figure.

"The knife skills, the patterns of the dishes, and the combination are so beautiful, just like carvings." She praised sincerely again.

Beside her, Wang Cuilian also smiled with an honest look on her face.

"Yes, Qing'er is good at running a house, and her mother's cooking skills are even better. Everyone in our village knows that."

Hearing her mother-in-law and aunt praise her like this, the corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curved in pleasure.

The work of my subordinates became even more exciting.

"Qing'er, how many dishes do you plan to prepare for tonight's New Year's Eve dinner?" Wang Cuilian asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, how many dishes do you think are better?"

Wang Cuilian thought for a moment and said: "Mrs. Xian, you Uncle Luo, your Uncle Yan, you and Tang Yazi, and me, there are six of us."

"Well, I have to prepare at least six dishes. Six or six will go well."

Hearing Wang Cuilian's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"I plan to cook ten dishes that will be perfect," she said.

Wang Cuilian's eyes lit up.

Turning to Tuoba Xian beside him, he said: "We farmers, generally those who can cook six dishes during the Chinese New Year are those from a well-off family."

"Let's Qing'er do ten steps in one go. It's really like having a wedding reception."

Tuoba Xian also laughed.

Tuoba Xian ate a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas.

However, Tuoba Xian couldn't help but look forward to the ten dishes that her daughter-in-law would cook next.

This girl is a good cook.

Innovating the old and bringing out the new, using the same ingredients in a variety of ways can always give people a sense of expectation and surprise.

Next, during the chat between Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian, Yang Ruoqing began to enter the formal cooking session.

Because Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang had already taken firecrackers and offerings and started to go to the Tutu Temple in the south of the village.
Chapter completed!