"Xiao An, then you play with Qingsong. Sister will go back to cook dinner first. Later at noon, you and your parents will go to my house for dinner. I have already said hello to my mother before."

Guessing the time, Yang Ruoqing planned to go home and prepare for lunch.

Originally, we only planned to invite my mother-in-law's parents over to drink turtle soup and eat a piece of turtle meat, so apart from the old turtle, the rest were just a few simple home-cooked dishes.

Xiao An has brought friends back now, so as a sister, she must add more dishes to entertain her brother's friends.

You know, this is the first time Xiao An has brought a friend home since he was a child. Based on Xiao An's character, the friends he can bring home to play with must be close friends, so friends who respect his younger brother are also a kind of caring about his younger brother.

Performance.

"Okay!" Xiao An nodded towards Yang Ruoqing, turned around and put his arms around Qingsong's shoulders: "I will take you to the river behind our village later. There is a bridge built there."

"Well, you can make arrangements." Qingsong said.

Xiao An immediately stood up and stretched, "Let's go then, let's go early and come back early!"

"good."

Mrs. Sun came over and said, "Xiao An, you go play, I'll clean up a guest room for Qingsong and come out..."

Qingsong was about to say "Thank you" when Xiao An waved his hand: "Mom, there's no need to bother, Qingsong will sleep with me..."

"Nonsense!"

The old father Yang Huazhong on the side suddenly spoke up. Looking at his slightly red face, he was actually a little embarrassed.

Xiao An was stunned for a moment, and everyone else looked at him in surprise.

Yang Huazhong realized that his reaction just now seemed a bit sensitive and a bit extreme, so he softened his expression and quickly changed his words and explained: "Qingsong is a guest. It is the first time he comes to our house. How can we let him share a room with you? This is too unfair!"

Is this what happened? Mrs. Sun also reacted and looked at Xiao An and Qing Song in front of her with a kind smile: "Your father is right to be concerned. You two are both big. It would be too much trouble to squeeze into the same bed.

We have many guest rooms, so I can clean up one very quickly!"

"Yes, your mother and I mean the same thing." Yang Huazhong nodded again.

Xiao An grinned, "Hey, what do I think? That's it. It's not a big deal at all. When Qingsong and I were at the Ministry of War, we often slept together and talked by candlelight at night! Qingsong, right?"

Qingsong nodded: "Yeah, right!"

The smile on the old father's face solidified again.

Watching Yang Ruoqing and Xiao An Qingsong leave the house together, Yang Huazhong held the table and slowly sat back. Looking at the cluster of melon seed shells that Qing Song had peeled for Xiao An on the table in front of him, Yang Huazhong had a troubled face and a frown on his face.

Ms. Sun knew very little about this world. Her world consisted of men, children, and a small circle of relatives and friends. She knew less and thought less, and her happiness became more and more pure and simple.

"Dad, I will go to the backyard to clean up the house for the two children. If Suyun comes over later and asks me to grind flour, just call me."

Yang Huazhong waved his hand absently: "Go, go!"

Mrs. Sun was so filled with joy that her child was back that she had no intention of noticing anything strange about her husband. After receiving the consent, she happily went to the backyard.

Open the window, ventilate, sweep, find dry cotton wool in the cabinet and spread it on the bed, shake out the clean sheets, and cover the pillow with a towel.

Other toiletries, tea bowls, and even a night urinal are all ready.

Finally, Ms. Sun was creative and picked a few gardenias from the gardenia tree behind the yard and placed them on the windowsill, adding a subtle fragrance to the house...

Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun grinded the rice noodles together and came directly to the Luo family carrying the basins of rice noodles.

In the kitchen in the backyard of the Luo family, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian were cooking vegetables in full swing, and the aroma of various dishes was lingering.

"smell good!"

Mrs. Sun entered the kitchen with a smile.

"Qing'er, bring something over here and scoop some rice noodles over."

Is this where I come to deliver rice noodles?

"I'm peeling the shrimp shells right now, and I can't move my hands. Auntie, hurry up and find something to take some powder from my mother."

"okay!"

Seeing Wang Cuilian pick up a bowl, Mrs. Sun hurriedly said: "It's too small. It's too small. Get a basin. One bowl can't hold even a little bit."

Wang Cuilian did not change the basin, but brought a larger bowl over, and said with a smile: "This bowl is enough. You gave us all the rice noodles, what do you eat? Besides, Xiao An brought friends back, Qing'er, you can do it yourself

Leave a little extra."

"If you want to eat it later, I'll just grind it. Rice noodles are not a rare thing. This is what my Qing'er likes." Mrs. Sun muttered while scooping up the rice noodles.

Wang Cuilian glanced at Yang Ruoqing with a smile, and Yang Ruoqing also looked at and smiled while peeling the shrimp.

After the rice noodles were packed, Mrs. Sun put down the basin in her hand and said, "Is there any work for me? I am idle right now!"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "Mom, go help me call Xiao An and Qingsong to come home. I have two or three dishes here to start the meal."

"Okay, then I'll go over and see if they're back."

…

By the time lunch was put on the table, everyone had arrived.

Blacksmith Luo invited Yang Huazhong to take the first seat, but Yang Huazhong refused to take the seat because he was younger than Blacksmith Luo. Blacksmith Luo also wanted Yang Huazhong to take the seat because Yang Huazhong was Luo Fengtang's father-in-law. Luo Fengtang and Wang Cuilian also persuaded Yang Huazhong.

No choice but to sit down.

Blacksmith Luo sat on the seat where the wine was poured, and Tuoba Xian took this seat. At this point, everyone else was able to sit down, and they all found their own seats and sat down.

Luo Fengtang could see that the young man in front of him named He Qingsong was a little reserved. He gave a rare smile and said to He Qingsong: "When we get here, there is no general, so just treat me as your brother-in-law like Xiao An."

He Qingsong was flattered.

Xiao An patted his shoulder to help him relieve his nervousness: "Let me tell you, my sister is good at cooking. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to open such a big restaurant. You must try it later. I guarantee it will be better than Tianxianglou."

The chef is even more authentic..."

Yang Ruoqing brought turtle soup over, which was the highlight of the day. She happened to be happy when she heard this compliment.

"Qingsong, don't listen to his nonsense. Just now I put salt in the old turtle's soup. If I shake my hand, I might have put too much salt..."

"Salted fish has light meat. It's okay if the fish soup is a little salty." Luo Fengtang said.

"Brother-in-law, is the old turtle also a fish? I only know that the old turtle is also called Lao Bastard, hahaha..."

Everyone at the table laughed.

Yang Huazhong patted Xiao An on the head and said, "You are still not convinced that you study poorly. The old turtle is also called a turtle."

Xiao An rubbed the back of his head and chuckled: "I didn't say I wasn't convinced? I always said I didn't study enough..."

Yang Huazhong wanted to teach you a few more words, but Yang Ruoqing quickly smoothed things over: "Dad, I'll continue my lesson later when I'm full. I'll give you a bowl of soup first. You can try it to see if it's salty..."
Chapter completed!