Mrs. Liu curled her lips.

"After decades of living in this world, I don't want to run out of agencies. It's too tiring," she said.

"I pretend to be stupid and do some careless things. I want to eat and drink. It's enough to live a happy life by myself. Why should I care about other people's looks and abuse?" she said.

Yang Huaming was so confused by these remarks that he couldn't speak anymore.

However, Mrs. Liu's chatterbox opened up, and she continued to chatter: "Your mother not only likes to scold me, but her hobby is to scold people. I don't care, anyway, I will have a piece of flesh if you scold me to death."

Yang Huaming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What can I say about you? You are so... so wise and foolish?"

"Fish? What fish?" Mrs. Liu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Did you buy fish again? It's great, I love eating fish!" she said excitedly.

Yang Huaming has black lines all over his head.

"How is He'er today? Have you had breakfast? Are you still angry?" He turned to ask this question.

When this happened, the light in Liu's eyes dimmed a bit.

"You're such a picky girl, you won't eat this or that, and you're urging me to boil eggs for Feifei. I'm so angry!" she said.

"Fourth, if you don't want me to die so early, don't mention that dead girl to me, please!"

Mrs. Liu waved her hands, with a look of resistance on her face.

Yang Huaming also looked helpless.

"No matter how she is, no matter how bad she is, she is still our daughter and our flesh and blood." He persuaded Mrs. Liu patiently.

"Since you said you are not stupid, you should also know that in this world, if we don't even care about her life or death, who will?"

After hearing what Yang Huaming said, Mrs. Liu's attitude softened.

She sighed, "It's only been five or six days since I took this girl back to her parents' home for confinement."

"That bastard Yu Jinbao keeps hiding and not coming to pick him up. He even refuses to hook half a pound of meat with his little finger. It's really too much."

Mentioning this, Yang Huaming's face became a little gloomy.

"It's really too much. This doesn't take our daughter seriously at all, nor does she take our father-in-law and mother-in-law seriously at all," he said.

Mrs. Liu said: "Later yesterday, Yu Dafu and his wife came over and brought a lot of eggs to see our daughter."

"I heard them say that brothers and sisters Yu Jinbao and Yu Jingui have not returned to Yujia Village in the past few days since they ran away that day. They don't dare to show up at all. They don't know where they are hiding," she said.

Yang Huaming said: "When they ran away, they probably didn't have much money with them. When the money is spent, they will naturally come back."

Mrs. Liu said: "Are we just going to keep swallowing our anger like this?"

"The responsibility for my daughter's tire slide lies with Yu Jingui."

"The duty of care lies with Yu Jinbao."

"If this matter were left to other families, they would be very frightened and worried that the Yue family would come and cause trouble."

"And where is Yu Jinbao's family? Bah!" Madam Liu was so angry that her face turned red and she was not even in the mood to eat melon seeds.

Yang Huaming's face became increasingly gloomy.

"This matter will not be revealed just like that." He said.

"I'll go find some local gangsters in town to have dinner and drinks with me later, and ask them to help me find Yu Jinbao."

"As long as I find him, huh, if I don't shed a layer of his skin, I won't be Yang Huaming!"

When Mrs. Liu heard this, her eyes lit up.

"Beat me to death. Ugly people often do strange things. He is the one who bullies our He'er!"

"And that Yu Jingui scratched her face and sold her to a brothel!" she said.

Yang Huaming frowned: "You are going too far, we are not bullies!"

"Okay, let's not talk about this topic for now. Let's go over and see He'er together!"

…

The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon.

Qingming Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Chinese New Year.

These four festivals are the most important festivals of the year for farmers.

There is no May Day Labor Day, no National Day, and no Christmas from the West.

Farmers have identified these traditional festivals.

Well, it seems that the Mid-Autumn Festival is just one day away, and Yang Ruoqing, Sun and the others are busy making mooncakes!

"This year's wheat harvest is good. When I was grinding the wheat, I specially kept some wheat and ground it very finely. I planned to keep it for you to make mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

In the kitchen in the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house, Mrs. Sun was kneading the skin of moon cakes and said excitedly to sisters Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan.

Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan looked at each other and smiled.

Mrs. Sun continued: "Nowadays, life is much better than before. Grinding wheat can grind the wheat to death, grinding it finely and finely."

"In the past, I wished I didn't even need to scrape off the skin of the wheat, just to fill my stomach, hahaha..."

While kneading the dough, Mrs. Sun remembered the bitterness and sweetness.

Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan were preparing mooncake fillings. After hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled again.

"In the past, life was so tight that I wished I could break a grain of wheat into two and eat it."

"Now that we are living a good life, it is okay for us to occasionally pursue a high quality of life without being extravagant and wasteful! Isn't that right, Sister Lan'er?" she asked.

Yang Ruolan nodded quickly.

"At that time, when I lived with my parents in the town, I bought two types of mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival one year."

"A kind of moon cake tastes soft and not very good."

"Another kind of mooncake, it tastes chewy and has a completely different taste."

"I heard from my dad that the mooncakes with the best taste are made of the most finely ground wheat flour, and also use sticky powder and other things."

"This thing, it's just a lie that doesn't serve the purpose!" she said.

After listening carefully to Yang Ruolan's explanation, Yang Ruoqing nodded in agreement.

"Yes, the degree of polishing of the wheat directly determines the texture of the food." She said.

At this point, she turned around and asked Sun, "Mother, have Grandma Ga and Aunt Wu made moon cakes?"

Sun said: "When I was grinding wheat flour, your aunt came over to help me grind it. I gave her a few kilograms of flour and let her do it by herself."

"As for your fifth aunt, I didn't give her any fans. She has two children to drag along. She is also taking care of your grandma this month, so she definitely won't be able to spare any time to make mooncakes."

"I told her that we will do more later and send some to them," said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I definitely have to give it as a gift, but during the Mid-Autumn Festival, restaurants in several places have a holiday. When my fifth uncle comes back from Qing'an County, he will most likely bring mooncakes."

Sun said: "He brought one code, and we gave it to another code. Besides, the mooncakes bought outside are never as safe as those made at home."
Chapter completed!