To make pork belly braised with shredded beans at night, these ingredients must be complete.

"Where is the third brother?" Bao Suyun asked, having not seen him before when he came from the front yard.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and smiled at her: "My father is staying in his room in the backyard, so as not to bother with the Jiang family later."

Bao Suyun understood, shook off her apron and started working, but her ears kept paying attention to what was going on outside. Especially when she heard a dog barking outside, she became uneasy.

While Yang Ruoqing was working, she used the corner of her eye to peek at Bao Suyun.

As expected, the fifth aunt must have had at least a hundred sentences in her stomach to politely decline the Jiang family's dinner invitation, and each sentence was softer and softer than the previous sentence, trying to ensure that it was not offensive and could still be conveyed tactfully.

A subtle feeling of dissatisfaction...

Oops, for Yang Ruoqing, this kind of communication is not as satisfying as farting. Talking is like doing Tai Chi. Are you tired?

One-shot style, a shocking picture effect is the best. Jiang family, wait.

"Fifth Aunt, please come to the stove and help my mother stuff firewood. I will give you this throne."

Yang Ruoqing greeted again, and Bao Suyun was not polite and sat down directly.

Only when he reached the mouth of the stove and saw the warm light of the fire, did Bao Suyun find a long-lost sense of security.

"Mianmian, come here and help me peel the garlic." Yang Ruoqing ordered again.

"okay."

With things to do, Mian Mian gradually became more at ease.

After a while, there was a knocking at the door of the courtyard outside, and the faint sound of people talking could be heard.

The short-term sense of solidity that was finally created in the kitchen was suddenly broken, because everyone recognized that it was Jiang's father's voice.

"It's time to have dinner, but when we didn't go, they came here to remind us," Mrs. Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, then put down her sleeves slowly, "You don't need to come out, I'll just go and send him away."

Mrs. Sun suddenly stopped her, glanced at Bao Suyun and Mianmian, and reminded her softly: "Qing'er, don't talk too much. They are relatives after all. Save some face so that we can meet each other in the future..."

None of their personalities are suitable to come forward at this time. The only one here who can show off his face without fear of offending others is Yang Ruoqing.

So she volunteered to go out like a warrior, but at the same time, Sun and the others inevitably had to take care of many things.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and patted Sun's hand: "Don't worry, Mom, I have a sense of propriety."

As she walked leisurely to the front yard, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but think of something a great man said:

Seek peace through compromise, and perish in peace.

If you seek peace through struggle, peace will exist.

Regardless of the past life or this life, this sentence has always been Yang Ruoqing's rule of survival. Everyone is a human being for the first time, why should I be as smooth and smooth as a piece of soap? When I have the conditions and capital to reduce dimensions and attack others, I

Why do you have to be approachable?

Do you still want to wait for the Jiang family to issue a good person card?

Go to hell!

When Yang Ruoqing came to the front yard, she found Mrs. Tan standing under the eaves with a cane and staring at the person who was knocking on the yard door.

"Who is it? It's coming, it's coming."

Yang Ruoqing quickly looked away from Tan and shouted towards the courtyard door.

The sound outside the courtyard door paused for a moment, and then Father Jiang's voice came: "Qing'er, right? I'm Dad Xianjun."

Yang Ruoqing unhurriedly opened the door to one side of the courtyard. A lantern hung under the lintel. On the small patch of ground where the light shone, Jiang's father stood, followed by Jiang Xianjun.

"Is it you? What's the matter?" Yang Ruoqing asked deliberately. Looking at her standing position, she had no intention of letting anyone come into the yard to talk.

Father Jiang was slightly surprised in his heart, but he said calmly and politely: "Qing'er, we came over to say hello before. Now I'm selling bean shreds at my house, and I'll go there to eat bean shreds at night."

"It's already dark, the food is cooked, and none of you distinguished guests have arrived yet. I came over to take a look."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "So it's because of this. I was planning to go to the village to tell you. You saved my trouble by coming."

"What's going on? Say what you say." Jiang's father has always had a good temper. He is so good that he has no temper. He is so good that everything goes wrong, and he turns a blind eye when Jiang's mother does whatever he wants.

As a man, if you cannot support your husband and have no overall view of the family, you are a failed man in itself.

It's not just a man's failure, there is another young and even more failed Jiang Xianjun behind him.

"It's like this. My dad can't go. He went to Lijia Village to drink too much yesterday and his stomach hasn't been feeling well so he went to bed long ago."

"Ah? How could this happen? Wasn't he fine when we came here before?" Father Jiang asked.

"It's one moment and another, my dad can't go to bed anyway."

"As for my mother and I, we naturally have to stay and take care of my father, and we won't go, so you go back."

Jiang's father was stunned at the door, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Jiang Xianjun was also a little embarrassed. He raised his head and looked around blankly, his eyes looking towards the fifth room.

"Xianjun, please go pick up your mother-in-law and Mianmian first."

Jiang's father thought of a way, and planned to send Jiang Xianjun away to pick up Bao Suyun and the others. Later, when mother and daughter came out, Sun and Yang Ruoqing might have to give them some face.

Jiang Xianjun responded, and just as he raised his feet, he heard Yang Ruoqing say: "Jiang Xianjun, you don't have to go to the fifth room to pick him up. My fifth aunt and Mianmian are having dinner at my house tonight, in the backyard kitchen. You and your son should go back and entertain them."

Other guests."

Jiang Xianjun looked at Yang Ruoqing in shock, not knowing what was going on.

Jiang's father was older after all, so he noticed something in Yang Ruoqing's tone and manner of speaking.

He rubbed his hands and smiled compensatingly: "Qing'er, we are here to invite you to eat shredded beans sincerely. We have been busy all day to spread out the shredded beans today, and we finally bought some food and wine for the night... You guys

Why not go? We are all relatives, right?"

"Let me in, and I'll go to Xianjun's mother-in-law in person to invite her?"

However, Yang Ruoqing blocked the courtyard door and refused to give in. She glanced sideways at Jiang Xianjun, but her words were deliberately meant for Jiang's father to hear.

"People in the Ming Dynasty don't speak secretly. We are all natives of Mianniushan. There are rules for spreading bean silk."

"Since you have finished your work during the day, you should reward those people who came to help you at night. We, the side people, can't go over and join in the fun. We won't starve to death without that meal."

Father Jiang's face turned red and he stood there rubbing his hands.

He was already feeling guilty about spreading dousi, because Jiang's mother insisted on not calling Mianmian over to help. Jiang's father even had a quarrel with Jiang's mother in the morning, but Jiang's mother won again and invited her mother-in-law's family to come over.

It’s been a busy day.

At night, Jiang's father couldn't bear it anymore and insisted that he would prepare a table of food and invite Lao Yang's family to come and sit down, otherwise he would be severely offended. Jiang's mother relented.

Unexpectedly, the originally arranged dinner was overturned in the blink of an eye, and this Yang Ruoqing directly brought up the matter of stalling bean paste.
Chapter completed!