Regardless of everyone's dissuasion, Chen'er insisted on kneeling down to Yang Ruoqing, with her hands on the ground, and kowtowed three times before getting up.

"Good son, get up and speak, speak up!"

Yang Ruoqing grabbed Chen'er's arm tightly with both hands and pulled him up.

She didn't feel it when she was kneeling, but when she stood up, she realized that her son was actually much taller than her.

Although this head is still slightly shorter than Luo Fengtang, it is already as tall as his two uncles.

"Qing'er, look, Chen'er is only thirteen years old. He is as tall as our cousins. What does this kid eat and how does he grow up so fast?"

Yang Huaming laughed and joked beside him, then turned to look at Tiedan playing beside him, feeling worried!

Tiedan's height is probably held back by that bitch Xiaojuan, and I'm afraid he won't be able to grow too tall in the future.

Yang Ruoqing looked at Chen'er carefully from top to bottom with a smile and nodded repeatedly.

"Not bad, not bad. I have grown taller, and my complexion is good. The clothes on me are also good. Overall, everything is good, good!"

Such a tall, handsome, caring, filial and capable son, Yang Ruoqing wished she could write a big book to praise him!

But he was afraid that being too showy would be detrimental to him. After all, this child has a calm personality and acts in a low-key and measured manner.

"Everyone, please stop standing and sit down to drink tea and eat snacks."

Blacksmith Luo smiled and greeted everyone to sit down. The table was filled with various snacks. Wang Cuilian and Sun held the snacks next to Shun'er's and invited everyone to eat.

Chen'er helped Yang Ruoqing, the 'old mother', sit down, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake and brought it to her mouth, saying warmly: "Mom, this is the cake I brought back from the north. Although it is a rice cake, it is

It is ground from a special local yellow rice. The flavor is slightly different from ours. Please try it."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and narrowed her eyes. She liked to eat rice cakes, and Chen'er always remembered it.

A good son, a filial son.

Regardless of whether you will forget your mother when you marry a daughter-in-law in the future, at least you were filial and filial before you married her. This is enough. Haha, she is a very tolerant mother-in-law. My future daughter-in-law, you are lucky.

Marrying such an excellent man and having such an enlightened mother-in-law, hey, you saved the entire universe in your previous life!

A piece of rice cake made Yang Ruoqing's thoughts travel far and wide, and she was even thinking about helping Chen'er take care of the child...

Yang Ruoqing cooked dinner herself.

Both Sun and Wang Cuilian said: "Qing'er, you have been very tired these days. You just got off your horse. Let us cook dinner. We all know Chen'er's taste."

Yang Ruoqing knew that they felt sorry for her, but she was a little tired, tired and happy at the same time.

She shook her apron with blue flowers on a white background, smiled and said crisply: "It's okay, I'm not tired at all. Besides, I enjoy cooking for my son. I have a few hard dishes left."

Come with me, no one is allowed to snatch it!"

I feel ashamed to say it.

Other people’s sons grew up eating food cooked by their mothers.

But I can count on one hand the number of times my son comes back a year.

How could she not seize the limited opportunity to cook for her son during this short gathering? No one should compete with me, and I will be anxious to anyone who robs me!

There are two tables put together in the main room, and a small table is set up next to it specially for children under ten years old.

All kinds of hard dishes were brought to the table at once, filling the two large tables. Various dishes, various colors, and various fragrances were entangled together, which completely whetted people's appetite.

Even Bao Suyun, who is usually the most reserved, couldn't help but swallow secretly.

Jiang Guiling sat at the table with a big belly, glancing at the dishes on the table, trying hard to control the urge to grab chopsticks and eat in advance.

Until Yang Ruoqing wrapped the two ears of an iron pot with a handkerchief and put the last roasted goose in the iron pot on the small stove in the middle of the table, "What are you guys doing in a daze? Hurry up and use your chopsticks!"

Jiang Guiling was the first to pick up the chopsticks and reach for the iron pot in the middle...

"Come, old lady, take the seat. You are the oldest here."

Mrs. Sun helped Mrs. Tan to go to the front seat. Mrs. Tan twisted her waist to keep her butt off and lifted her butt off the stool beneath her.

"I won't go. Firstly, I can't drink, and secondly, I can't speak. You ask others to sit down."

Blacksmith Luo said with a smile: "Then let Uncle Sun sit down. He is senior and is Chen'er's Grand Duke."

Someone immediately echoed, "Yes, Uncle Sun, sit down."

Mrs. Tan also nodded.

Lao Suntou sat up with a smile. He knew that Tan was being polite to him. After sitting down, he quickly asked Tan to sit opposite him, which was the second seat.

This time, Mrs. Tan didn't refuse and sat down steadily.

If Lao Yangtou is here today, the second position should go to Lao Yangtou, and Mr. Tan can only sit in the third position. These are the things that farmers pay attention to when sitting at the table.

There are several big seats arranged according to seniority here, and those with lower seniority have already taken the corner seats and sat down and started eating.

"This dish is so delicious, and your cooking skills are so good!"

"Yes, it's even more delicious than what the chef cooks in a restaurant!"

"Haha, don't forget that Qing'er owns a restaurant. How can you dare to go to Liangshan without San Sansan?"

During this meal, Chen'er reunited several families for a reunion dinner on the pretext of catching up with the wind and washing away the dust.

After the meal, Yang Ruoqing brought out the mooncakes, "Although tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, it's rare for our family to have such a complete meal tonight. Come and eat mooncakes. This mooncake was also brought back by my family Chen'er from outside. There are all kinds of mooncakes.

There are all kinds of fillings!”

While everyone was enjoying the after-dinner cakes, Chen'er was talking about interesting things outside, and talked about family affairs, and finally returned to tomorrow's topic, which is about Tan's birthday party.

As the current eldest son, Yang Huazhong is also the 'talker' of this birthday banquet. He stood up and once again announced and emphasized the details that should be paid attention to at tomorrow's birthday banquet.

The people here are basically from the old Yang family, and everyone will come to the third room early tomorrow morning to help.

Everyone listened very carefully and checked many details again.

Mrs. Tan sat aside, eating a piece of moon cake with egg yolk filling in her hand, and listened to her children and grandchildren discussing the details of the banquet. Although her face was expressionless, she was secretly satisfied in her heart.

These bastards are quite filial and know how to do things, and they have arranged everything carefully.

Well, these mooncakes with egg yolk fillings taste good. Meier will definitely like to eat them. Mrs. Tan reached out and grabbed another handful and stuffed them quietly into her pocket.

She thought she did this move very secretly, but it was not the case. Several pairs of eyes saw it.

Among them are Wang Cuilian, Sun Shi, Bao Suyun and Yang Ruoqing.

Sun's face immediately turned red.

Bao Suyun lowered his head.

Wang Cuilian and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, Wang Cuilian smiled awkwardly, Yang Ruoqing said nothing, but her eyes told Wang Cuilian to calm down, because this was Tan's usual practice.

If her guess was correct, Mrs. Tan did not secretly take these mooncakes because she was greedy. She wanted to secretly give these mooncakes to Yang Huamei later.
Chapter completed!