Every household here steams buns every few days, and the Yang family has dozens of mouths, so steaming buns requires a lot of dough.

There is a mountain of dough piled on the large chopping board in the kitchen. Qin and Yang He are kneading the dough diligently.

After hearing what Yang Tao said, Mrs. Qin immediately washed her hands, took off her apron and hurried out of the kitchen door.

Qin went to take care of Yang Erming, which would definitely take some time. She didn't wait for anyone to make the noodles, so as not to delay the time of making steamed buns. Yang Yun thought about it and came out of the kitchen, came to the door of the third room and called someone, "Third Aunt,

Steamed buns are being steamed today, can you help me make some steamed buns?"

Making steamed buns doesn't require a lot of effort and won't tire the pregnant woman, so Yang Yun thought of asking Mrs. Zhao to help.

After Yang Yun finished speaking for a while, Zhao's slightly confused voice came from the room, "Yun girl, the third aunt's stomach is a little uncomfortable today, so I can't help you."

Yang Yun vaguely heard Zhao's yawn, and suddenly her face became worried.

Her sister helped her wash clothes, and now she is busy making steamed buns for the whole family, and she is actually sleeping!

I wanted to have an attack, but I thought that after all, she was already in her third trimester of pregnancy and she definitely didn't have a good rest at night, so she gave up.

Yang Yun took a few steps forward and came to the door of the fourth room. Before she could speak, the loud cry of a child suddenly rang out in the originally quiet room. Fang, whose hair was a little disheveled, opened the door with the child in her arms and said to Yang Yun, "

Yun girl, I heard what you just said, and just as I was about to come out to help, your unlucky sister woke up. How about you help the fourth aunt bring back the doll, and I'll help steam the buns."

Yang Yun glanced at the marks on Fang's cheeks that were much fairer than Qin's due to sleep, and suddenly a surge of anger rose in her chest. Everyone was sleeping, but their second room was busy.

Yang Yun was filled with anger, but she was an adult soul after all. She suppressed the anger in her chest and coldly said, "Fourth Aunt should take care of it by herself." Then she turned around and returned to the kitchen.

Yang Yun stood on a small bench at her feet, rubbing the dough vigorously under her hands, as if venting all the anger in her heart.

Yang He naturally knew what Yang Yun was doing. She quickly and naturally raised her elbow, wiped the sweat on her forehead with the clothes at her elbow, and comforted her with a smile, "Yun'er, don't be angry, if you

When you're tired, take a rest and I'll knead the dough." He said that he was kneading the dough faster.

Yang Yun was angry, but she couldn't vent her anger on this sister who loved her younger siblings, so she calmed down her anger and slowed down her movements a little, "I'm not tired, I'm helping you, mother doesn't know

When will you come back? If the steamed buns become sour, grandma will attack you and mother again."

Thinking of Mrs. Li's angry look, Yang He couldn't help but pause for a moment while kneading the dough, and then moved faster.

Yang Erming went to the toilet, and Mrs. Qin came in a hurry after packing up.

Yang Yun and her sisters had already finished most of the steamed buns. Mrs. Qin looked at the steamed buns made in front of Yang Yun, which were evenly sized and similar to those made by Yang He. Her weather-beaten and sweaty face showed satisfaction.

He smiled and said, "I didn't expect Yun'er to make steamed buns so well for the first time."

Perhaps because she was angry at Mrs. Qin's cowardice, Yang Yun said in a somewhat bad tone, "I often see you do it, and I'm used to it."

The original owner always cooked steamed buns every time, so naturally she had never made steamed buns before. However, in her previous life, Yang Yun was not a delicate girl who could hold out her clothes and open her mouth. She knew all kinds of life skills, especially cooking.

She has been greatly praised by her relatives and friends.

Kneading the steamed buns, it’s a small thing.

Listening to Yang Yun's cold tone, the smile on Mrs. Qin's face froze. Yang He quickly pulled Yang Yun's sleeve to indicate not to speak and then said to Mrs. Qin, "Mom, don't be angry with Yun'er.

, she just went to ask the third aunt and the fourth aunt to help make steamed buns, but she didn't come, so she felt a little unhappy, so she spoke a little hastily. "

Mrs. Qin was cowardly, but not stupid. She knew what the two sisters-in-law were like. She sighed and said, "Hey... we have so many mouths to eat in the second room. Your father is paralyzed, and the eldest brother is on the battlefield again. There is so much at home."

Your second brother is an adult, but he is weak and cannot exert much strength. All the work on the ground depends on your third and fourth uncles... Hey, we mothers can do more if we can."

Listening to Qin's ramble, Yang Yun's anger not only disappeared, but she also felt a little bit guilty.

The second wife is paralyzed, small and weak, and avoids letting the other brothers speak. What else can Mrs. Qin, a farm woman, do except work as hard as she can?

What right does she, Yang Yun, have to complain about others' cowardice?

With Qin's participation, the dough on the chopping board quickly turned into fist-sized buns.

Just when the last steamed bun in Yang Yun's hand was about to take shape, an old rural lady with gray hair and a slightly shrewd face came in angrily.

She is the original owner's grandmother who returned from a visit - Granny Li.

Behind Granny Li was Yang Zhi, who looked gloating about his misfortune.

As soon as she saw the posture of the two of them, Yang Yun understood that this was Yang Zhi's complaint, and Mrs. Li was here to investigate.

Yang Yun couldn't help but slow down the movement of kneading the buns, her mind was running at high speed, thinking of countermeasures.

But unexpectedly, Mrs. Li did not attack her, but Mrs. Qin.

"It's already noon at my second son's house, and your steamed buns haven't been steamed yet. Why don't you drink the northwest wind this noon?"

"Mom, I...I..." Mrs. Qin rubbed her hands nervously and was speechless for a moment.

The steamed buns in Yang Yun's hand were just in shape. She placed the buns, patted the flour on her hands and said leisurely, "Hey, it's not my fault that the steamed buns are not cooked now. After all, she is eating them with dozens of mouths. It can be made with just one hand."

Naturally, it was a little slower. I usually steamed the buns, and my sister was helping. Today, didn’t you ask your sister to wash the clothes? There were so many clothes, and it took a whole morning to wash them. No, she came back and helped without even drinking water.

It’s time to make steamed buns. With so much dough and no one to help, aren’t the steamed buns not yet cooked?”

"Hey, girl Yun, what you are saying is that we are all just freeloaders." When Mrs. Li came back, Mrs. Fang quickly carried the baby to the kitchen and said unhappily when she heard Yang Yun's words.

"Yeah, let's make it clear today, who is eating the free food in this family? The head of the family is so miserable for this family that he can't even straighten his waist. I have a big belly. I didn't get a good rest at night. I squinted my eyes during the day. Why?

Just a freeloader..." Mrs. Zhao also opened the rag curtain and came in with her belly puffed out, her white and fat face full of dissatisfaction and grievance.

"Her third and fourth aunts, girl Yun, that's not what she meant." Mrs. Qin quickly apologized to Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Fang, and then pulled Yang Yun and said, "Yun'er, hurry up and give it to your third and fourth aunts."

Apologize."

Yang Yun stubbornly shook off Qin's hand and said, "Third Aunt, Fourth Aunt, I dare not say that you are just freeloaders. You said it yourself. I just explained to grandma that the buns are not cooked yet.

That’s just the reason. Don’t put this hat on my head. I have a small head and this hat can’t fit on my head.”

Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Fang were too angry to say anything, so they had to cry to Mrs. Li, "Mom, my belly is getting bigger and bigger. I can't sleep well at night. I really have no energy during the day. I didn't help my second sister-in-law make steamed buns today.

, it's not my fault, this... let me do the next thing of lighting the fire, let the second sister-in-law take a rest."

Mrs. Zhao said, pulling up the carambola that was burning in front of the stove, and holding her waist with difficulty, she sat down on the small stool.

"Third brother, you go and have a rest. You, a pregnant woman, are lighting fires on this hot day. What should you do if you get a fever?"

"Yes, her third aunt, you should go and have a rest. I am here in the kitchen, so you can take care of your baby with peace of mind." Ms. Qin quickly stepped forward and helped Ms. Zhao out of the kitchen door.

Now that it has entered summer, the weather is already hot, and there is a fire burning in the stove, and the big iron pot is steaming. One can imagine the temperature in the kitchen at this time. Does Yang Li in Fang's arms dislike such an environment?

For other reasons, I burst into tears.

Fang took back the hand that pinched Yang Li's butt without leaving a trace, and said smoothly, "Mom, then help me take care of girl Li, and I will help the second sister-in-law."

Mrs. Li felt her head hurt as soon as she heard the baby's cry. She quickly waved her hand and said, "You can go back too. You are not needed."


Chapter completed!