"What kind of pastry is this? It's soft, fluffy, and so sweet!"

Xiao Yu was immediately attracted by the sweet taste of chicken cake.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Luo Fengtang and said proudly: "The chicken cake made by my Tangyazi is made of eggs and wheat flour."

"Oh my god, did I hear that right?"

Xiao Yu was so shocked that her eyes almost fell to the ground.

He stuffed the last piece into his mouth in one breath, and quickly asked Luo Fengtang: "Tangyaozi, are you too awesome? Are you thinking about making snacks to make Qing'er happy?"

Luo Fengtang scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Yang Ruoqing quickly came out to smooth things over.

"Didn't you say you were going to the fish pond before?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang came to his senses and nodded quickly: "Yes, yes, yes, I'll go and get busy first!"

Watching him leave the yard, Xiao Yu was still clicking his tongue.

"What a wonderful man. He can go to the hall and go to the kitchen. Why don't I have such a good life as you? I can't envy you..."

Hearing Xiaoyu's words, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

"Your marriage is naturally there," she said.

"Here, grab a few more chicken cakes and take them back for your two brothers to try."

Yang Ruoqing grabbed some chicken cakes for Xiaoyu, and Xiaoyu left happily.

Yang Ruoqing saw a lot of chicken cakes in the basket, with a happy smile on her face.

This is his holiday gift to her.

It's just that the portion is too much, and she can't handle it alone.

In this weather, if you don't finish eating for a while, it will go bad easily.

So, she divided the cake into several portions.

First, I sent one to Grandma Ga and the others, and then I sent another to Aunt Dayun's family.

My grandma’s share, my fifth aunt’s share, and my two cousins ​​from the fourth room also got a few.

The rest was just kept at home to eat.

At night, after the family had dinner, the fifth uncle and the fifth aunt came over to talk.

Mr. and Mrs. Sun accompanied Mr. and Mrs. Yang Huazhou to talk in the room.

In the past, when adults were talking, Yang Ruoqing liked to sit aside and join in the fun.

But this time, she was absent.

Why?

She was busy removing the date cores from the red dates.

She had a hunch that Tang Yazi might set off to fight the bandits at any time.

She had to quickly pick out the date cores and make sweet and glutinous candied date rice dumplings to let him try her craftsmanship.

Removing date cores is not tiring.

However, it is very energy-consuming.

The core is hidden inside the jujube meat. It needs to be removed without tearing off too much jujube meat.

Therefore, she needs to be careful.

This is a delicate and delicate job that tests your patience.

Keep your head down and concentrate on the whole process.

After one night, the back of my neck was sore.

At some point, Mrs. Sun opened the door and came in.

At one glance, Sun was surprised when she saw Yang Ruoqing removing date cores under the lamp.

"I thought you were asleep, but you are actually doing this?"

The woman came over, saw everything clearly, smiled and shook her head.

"Silly girl, you don't need to pick the date cores, just be careful when eating them!" she said.

Yang Ruoqing insisted on picking.

If she works harder now, the person who eats the rice dumplings she made will be able to relax a little bit.

"Mom, just follow me, I have nothing to do anyway!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun sat down next to her and helped her remove them together.

"Are the fifth uncle and the fifth aunt back to the front yard?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Mrs. Sun said ‘hmm’.

"What are you talking about?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "I'll tell you whatever comes to mind. Let's talk about the cattle shed first."

"What's going on with the cattle shed? Are you still trying to pester Uncle Wu?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Sun said: "I don't dare to harass him blatantly, but I heard from your fifth uncle that that man always hides outside the restaurant and peeks."

"He went shopping and met him in the Wa Market. The cattle shed had abandoned its stall and ran over to talk to him."

"I want to invite your fifth uncle to drink. If your fifth uncle refuses, I will act like I have drawn a clear line with him," said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Uncle Wu’s charm is too great, and that’s not good either!

With Sun's help, Yang Ruoqing removed all the jujube pits.

Mrs. Sun yawned and urged her: "The day after tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, and we have plenty of time to make rice dumplings. My dear, don't be anxious, go to bed early!"

"Okay, mother, go to bed first."

After sending Mrs. Sun away, Yang Ruoqing did not sleep.

Under the lamp, I was arranging the colorful silk threads for tying the rice dumplings.

Finally, he slipped out of his house and came to the kitchen.

After closing the door, I scooped out some glutinous rice that had been soaked during the day.

Put it together with the red dates and steam it in a pot.

Hot steam floated out from the edge of the pot. She sat under the stove and stuffed firewood into it.

The firelight danced, reflecting the girl's delicate face.

Outside the window, the night fell, and the whole village fell into silence.

When the rooster crows for the first time in the backyard, the glutinous rice with red dates in the pot is already cooked.

The aroma of glutinous rice and red dates has reached a kind of sublimation under the fusion of high temperature.

The small kitchen is filled with a warm, sweet aroma.

She put down the fire stick, squatted beside the wooden basin filled with well water, and began to pick up the fresh reed leaves soaked in it.

When the first ray of morning light shone through the window, Mrs. Sun was the first to get up.

The woman came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the family.

But in the dustpan beside the pot, there were diamond-shaped rice dumplings, wrapped with colorful silk threads and half filled with dustpan.

"Ah? My dear, you... didn't sleep a wink all night?"

The woman asked in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing was washing the pot with the man, and when she heard this, she pursed her lips and smiled at Mr. Sun.

"The thought of eating rice dumplings makes me so excited that I can't sleep."

She said perfunctorily, washed her hands, took a rice dumpling and handed it to Sun.

"Mom, come and try the rice dumplings I made. Do they taste good?"

He pushed it aside neatly and handed it to Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun smiled and took a bite with an emotional look on her face.

Then, the woman's eyes lit up.

"Well, it's delicious, soft and sweet..."

Hearing the woman's words, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"Daughter, you are really impatient. Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. You said that if you don't sleep, you get up to make rice dumplings. Staying up late is harmful to your health..."

Zongzi is delicious, but women care more about their daughter's body.

While eating, I couldn't help but whisper a few words.

Yang Ruoqing knew that this was her mother's concern and listened with a smile.

On one side, I took a bamboo basket and picked up more than twenty of the hot rice dumplings and put them in the basket.

"Qing'er, where are you going to send these zongzi?" asked Sun in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I plan to send these to Tang Yazi and Uncle Luo."

"It's our own, I'll do it later," she said.

"Okay, it's time to send some to them," said Sun.

Looking at the sky outside, the woman continued: "It's dark today. I'm afraid they haven't gotten up yet. Let's send them off later."
Chapter completed!