"As for your grandma, after all, your father was born and raised. If we have something rare, we should give it to the old couple to try it out."

Sun continued.

Yang Ruoqing did not refute this.

Despite her subtle influence, Sun and Yang Huazhong are no longer what they used to be.

No longer blindly foolish and filial, just make buns.

However, the kindness and duty in the bones of this couple can never be changed.

Sending tofu to Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan, in the final analysis, is Yang Ruoqing's respect for Yang Huazhong.

The two of them were calculating and grinding at the same time.

I have made tofu many times, and I am familiar with the process.

Except for being a little confused the first time, the girls are now able to manage the workload of dozens of kilograms of tofu with ease!

The soy milk in the pot bubbled happily, and Mrs. Sun was playing with the two mouthfuls of soy milk in the pot.

Yang Ruoqing will start preparing some gravy.

When she thought of something, she asked Sun: "Aunt Four hasn't asked Mom about making tofu in the past two days, has she?"

Mrs. Sun shook her head, "She was annoyed with us about the eggs. She was washing clothes in the pond at the entrance of the village these past two days, and she always took a detour when she saw me."

Yang Ruoqing sneered: "My hands and feet are not clean, but you still have the nerve to show off your face? That kind of person, mother, just don't talk to her."

"Yeah." Mrs. Sun lowered her head and then added firewood to the stove.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the bowl and prepared to mix the brine.

Da'an said: "Sister, wait a moment, I'll go take a look."

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then smiled with her eyebrows creasing.

"Okay, you go."

"What did Da'an do?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, "Watch out for me!"

Mrs. Sun suddenly understood, then shook her head and smiled: "This kid is also a monkey spirit!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "It's better to be smart and not to suffer losses easily."

"That's true." Mrs. Sun agreed.

Outside the house, Daan looked around the house like a sentinel on patrol.

After making sure that no suspicious person appeared, he returned to the house.

"How's it going?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

Da'an nodded, imitated Yang Ruoqing's gestures, and gave her an 'ok' gesture.

This guy, is he learning and selling now? He’s on the right track!

She smiled, quickly prepared some brine water, and then started ordering tofu.

Add some brine to the tofu, and one thing will be reduced.

The soy milk that is boiling and foaming in the pot is condensing at a speed visible to the naked eye after the brine seeps in bit by bit...

In the small kitchen, the heat was rising, and the three mothers were very busy.

At this time, in the east room in the front yard of Lao Yang's house.

Mrs. Liu was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

In her mind, she recalled the strong muscles under her hands when she grabbed Luo Fengtang in the evening.

There was also the ferocious look on that boy's face when he grabbed her and tried to beat her.

So wild, just like a wolf cub!

However, it’s so exciting!

That kind of stupid boy, with a lot of brute strength, got under the bed, and I don't know how wild he is?

Thinking about it like this, Mrs. Liu felt that her whole body was filled with irritation.

She is a woman who has given birth to children and knows why she is so anxious.

The man Yang Huaming was lying next to him, his snoring making him want to tear down the roof.

Mrs. Liu turned around and reached out to feel around the waistband of Yang Huaming's trousers in the darkness.

She pulled at the waistband of her man's trousers so much that she could put her hand in it and find what she wanted even with her eyes closed.

But this time, Mr. Liu was rejected.

"Damn man, why don't you tie your belt tightly when you want to sleep?"

Ms. Liu was a little annoyed and pulled hard a few times.

This pull woke up Yang Huaming.

"You're up so late at night, what are you messing around with?"

Yang Huaming muttered.

"It's time to loosen up the ground. Let me lend you your plow!"

Mrs. Liu said angrily, still tugging at the waistband of Yang Huaming's pants.

Yang Huaming was in a daze and slapped Liu's hand away.

"It's a piece of broken ground, there's nothing to mess with!"

He turned over, turned his back to her, and went back to sleep.

Mrs. Liu refused to obey and pounced on Yang Huaming, trying to pull him over.

"My land is poor, so who do you think is good land down there?"

"Don't fall asleep until you tell me clearly!"

Mrs. Liu made a fuss again, making Yang Huaming restless.

Half asleep, Yang Huaming sat up immediately.

There were no lights in the room, and the moonlight shone in through the window.

He looked at the woman in front of him, her hair disheveled, sitting there with her hands on her hips.

Her face couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness, but her eyes looked like those of a very hungry she-wolf.

I wish I could devour him in one gulp.

"What are you talking about? With your poor land, what else can you say?"

Yang Huaming was also annoyed and said angrily.

"You're going to tell me whose land you fell in love with? I'll take a rope and hang it on the beam of her house tomorrow! Tell me, tell me!"

While Mrs. Liu was talking, she scratched Yang Huaming with both hands.

Yang Huaming was anxious.

His face is one of the most handsome in Changping Village.

With this face, he often hooked up with the big girls and young wives in the village.

If he gets scratched, what will he do next?

"Crazy bitch, are you possessed by a ghost? What are you doing without sleep in the middle of the night?"

Yang Huaming raised his hand to block it.

Liu's attack became more fierce.

While scratching, he cried: "You are a murderer, you have been squeezed dry by the women outside, come to me to rest your mind. Get out of here, don't stay in my bed!"

"Get out of here, no one cares!"

Mrs. Liu was speaking out of anger, but Yang Huaming actually jumped out of bed holding the pillow.

Before Mr. Liu could stop him, he opened the door and went to Yang Huazhou's dark room opposite.

The night wind poured in through the open door and rushed towards Chuan.

Mrs. Liu, wearing single clothes, shivered, sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt and cried.

The father and mother quarreled and woke up a pair of girls.

The two children opened their eyes and saw their mother sitting there with disheveled hair, crying.

Not knowing what happened, the two girls were frightened and started crying.

When the third mother cried, Tan and Lao Yangtou, who were sleeping in the next room, also woke up.

Hearing Lao Yangtou sighing in the bed, Mrs. Tan put on her coat and got out of bed.
To be continued...