Yang Yongjin looked at the table in front of him, there were a lot of pieces of meat, it should be the third aunt and the third aunt's mother's family, and they hadn't beaten it yet.

"Forget it, then I'll come back again, and I'll be fine if you run out of money."

Yang Yongjin walked in.

"Ouch!"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly heard Cao Bamei beside her let out a cry of pain.

At first glance, the hammer was in hand.

"Oh, Eighth Sister, are you okay? Be careful! ”

Yang Ruoqing admonished.

Both the Sun family and the eldest Sun family also cast a concerned glance.

Cao Bamei said a little embarrassed: "I'm distracted, it's okay."

"What does the eighth sister want to get distracted? Tell us about it. ”

Da Sun is a person who likes to joke, so he asked immediately.

Cao Bamei's face turned red, and she lowered her head: "I didn't think about anything."

Then thump the meatloaf.

The big guys talked and laughed, but Cao Bamei was a little absent-minded.

After a while, he thumped his hand again.

"This meat is about to be beaten, eighth sister, you have beaten it." Dasun said.

"You just take the hammer in your hand and send it to the old mansion to make an envoy to Uncle Qing'er's family, and then Yongjin kid came to borrow it." The eldest grandson commanded.

"Eh, okay, I'll send it now."

Cao Bamei answered and went back to the side yard.

After a while, she came again.

Everyone didn't notice her abnormality, but they didn't escape Yang Ruoqing's poisonous eyes.

Cao Bamei combed her hair and washed her face.

When she passed by, there was a faint scent of pancreas on her body.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes kept chasing Cao Bamei's back and disappeared at the door of the hall before she took it back.

I was a little puzzled.

Isn't it just to send a hammer? Why are you still dressed up?

Could it be that the eighth sister likes the second brother?

Yang Ruoqing was taken aback by the gossip she had come up with, and then felt that if it was true, it would be quite interesting.

Kiss and kiss, it depends on whether they have that fate.

……

"Ah, this eighth sister sent a hammer, why did it take so long? Something can't be wrong, right? ”

When lunch was about to be cooked, the eldest grandson came out of the door of the stove and said in surprise.

Sun, who was in charge, was also stunned.

"yes, it's long overdue."

"Qing'er, Qing'er, go find the eighth sister!" Sun said.

"Well, okay, let's go after peeling this garlic." She said.

……

Under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, Yang Ruoqing met someone again.

It was Mu Zichuan, carrying a bucket in his hand, and he was coming to the pond.

Yang Ruoqing directly twisted her head to the side, and the speed under her feet did not decrease, directly ignoring his existence.

But he still stopped him.

"What, I'm so tired of me?"

He blocked his way, his eyes narrowing slightly, his gaze resting on her face.

"Passers-by A, B and C are not bored."

Yang Ruoqing said coldly.

The corners of Mu Zichuan's lips hooked up a hint of ridicule: "Don't worry, I, Mu Zichuan, am not a person who hates me, and I won't entangle you." You don't have to look like this. ”

Yang Ruoqing also pulled the corners of her mouth: "Then you have to match your words with deeds, so what is it to block my way?"

Mu Zichuan said: "The road is facing the sky, go one side, I just took the way I wanted to go, and I didn't go to stop you."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

"If you say that, can I knock down the obstacle that stands in my way with one fist?"

She asked, gesturing her arms up and rolling up her sleeves.

I haven't been fighting for many days, and my aunt's fingers are already hungry and thirsty......

When Mu Zichuan saw that she was about to make a move, his face changed, and he hurriedly stepped aside.

This girl, who is violent, telling her about ladylike demeanor is simply talking about love with cows.

She said to fight, that is, she really wanted to fight.

"Haha, don't you dare to go your own way?"

She glanced at him, full of disdain.

Mu Zichuan straightened his chest: "Good men don't fight with women."

"Whew!"

Yang Ruoqing threw him a roll of the eyes, raised her feet to leave, and was stopped by him again.

"This pair of calligraphy was brought back to Da'an from Changhuaizhou, you help me give it to him." He said.

Yang Ruoqing looked down and saw that a famous letter was really handed in front of her.

"I thank you for Da'an, you can keep the copybook for yourself, I have already bought it for my brother."

Leaving these words, she lifted her feet and left, without delaying half a step further.

Looking at her back as she walked away quickly, Mu Zichuan frowned.

Fame, fortune, materialism, nothing can be moved?

What does this girl want?

……

The old Yang family's big house.

Yang Ruoqing walked to the door and heard a rhythmic thrashing sound from inside.

From time to time, there was also the sound of Yang Yongjin speaking, and occasionally mixed with Cao Bamei's laughter.

Yang Ruoqing stood at the door and paused, this was the first time she had heard her smile so happily since she met Cao Bamei.

has no father and no mother, although the two members of the eldest grandson treat Cao Bamei as if they were their own.

However, standing in Cao Bamei's position, without a father or mother, this kind of life under the fence always makes her cautious.

In Yang Ruoqing's cognition, Cao Bamei is a timid, inferior, sensitive, and cautious girl.

I've never heard her laugh like that.

Was it the second cousin's credit that made her laugh?

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to go in and interrupt this beautiful laughter, but she came on order.

"Second brother, eighth sister, are you in there?"

Yang Ruoqing shouted at the door, and then stepped into the hall.

"Qing'er, we're here!"

At the same time as Yang Yongjin's voice came, his people were also standing at the door of the wing.

"The eldest aunt saw that the eighth sister hadn't gone back for a long time, so she didn't worry, so she sent me to take a look."

Yang Ruoqing directly explained her intentions, and followed Yang Yongjin into the house.

This house is the room where Yang Yongjin sleeps.

The table was moved to the middle of the room, and there were things on it, and there were stacks of meat, pots, knives, sweet potato flour, and so on.

Yang Yongjin greeted him, walked back and picked up the knife to cut the meat.

The cut pieces of meat were piled aside, and then Cao Bamei and Jin grabbed those small pieces of meat and rolled them in the sweet potato flour.

When it's over, hit it with a hammer again.

Pounded into thin, large, round and flattened.

And then they stacked on top of each other like a small hill.

This is the pounded meatloaf, a special dish in this area, New Year's holidays, red and white ceremonies, a must-have on the wine table!

Of course, those who can't eat enough will be counted separately.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Cao Bamei smiled at her: "I sent the hammer over, just in time for Aunt Yongjin to pound the meatloaf here, so I stayed and took a hand."

Yang Ruoqing also smiled and said, "Okay, I was just ordered to come over and take a look, it's okay, you continue to be busy."

Yang Yongjin said: "Thanks to the eighth sister's hand, it's much faster!"

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Our eighth sister is working neatly, she came to help the second brother, you picked up the treasure."

"That's, that's." Yang Yongjin said again and again.

glanced at Cao Bamei beside her, and the young man's eyes were full of appreciation.

Cao Bamei blushed: "Qing'er don't say that, I'm clumsy......"

The girl glanced at Yang Yongjin quickly, and her face turned even redder.