Before lunch, the hot chrysanthemum cake came out of the pot.

Sun used it first; Each of the two small bowls contained a chrysanthemum cake.

One was placed in the innermost part of the pot to worship the god of the stove, and the other was sent to send small flowers to be placed next to Luo Baobao's cradle.

"Mother, why do you want to put it by the cradle?" Yang Ruoqing looked puzzled.

Sun patiently explained: "It's the custom of our area. ”

"It is said that when the child is asleep, there will be a 'Mengga Po' who will take her to play in the dream and teach her a lot of things."

"Let's worship the 'Mengga Po', so that she can be kind to our baby."

After listening to Sun's mythical words, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

I didn't say much, but the customs, and it should be followed.

Gods, whether they exist or not, believing in them doesn't hinder anything.

After Sun finished saying this, he went to open the lid of the cauldron, took out the hot chrysanthemum cake on the steaming grid and put it on the pot table, and then gathered all the big guys together to eat the chrysanthemum cake.

Luo Fengtang also came over with Luo Baobao in his arms, and Luo Baobao smelled the hot aroma, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Stretched out his little hand and pointed at the pot, and a muffled sound came out of his small mouth.

"Oh, ......"

Everyone laughed when they saw her roaring and roaring.

Yang Ruoqing broke a small piece of chrysanthemum cake and blew it, before handing it to Luo Baobao and letting her play with it in her hand.

"It's soft and sweet, and the appearance is so good-looking, it's a well-deserved chrysanthemum cake."

Over there, Tuoba Xian also took a piece and ate it in her hand, and couldn't help but admire.

Sun said with a smile: "It's all Qing'er's good mold, in previous years, I always pinched it myself, but I couldn't make it so good." ”

The women laughed and urged each other to eat more.

Sun brought several large bowls and filled some into each bowl, "Qing'er, from the old mansion, you can run." Your Ga Po and Aunt Osmanthus are on their side, and I will send them. ”

Sun commanded.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily, stuffed the last small piece of chrysanthemum cake in her hand into her mouth, and then took a bamboo basket and put the bowl with only chrysanthemum cake into it one by one.

"Mother, Tang Yanzi, then I'll go to the old mansion first." She greeted the Sun family.

Sun said: "Okay, don't delay too much, I'll come back for lunch in a while." ”

"yes, okay." Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Luo Fengtang hugged Luo Baobao and followed: "I'll go with you?" ”

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "I'll go and come back quickly, you just take care of the baby." ”

Then, she waved her hand at Luo Baobao, and Luo Baobao's attention was all on the small chrysanthemum cake in her hand, and she didn't bird Yang Ruoqing at all.

Yang Ruoqing was 'injured' and left.

As soon as I walked to the gate of the courtyard, I met Bao Suyundou noodles who sent chrysanthemum cakes.

"Coincidentally, I'm also sending chrysanthemum cakes." Bao Suyun said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing said: "My mother and they are all in the stove room, the fifth aunt should go quickly." ”

Bao Suyun said: "The eighth sister is also back. ”

Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay, I just went over to see her." ”

In the old house, Yang Ruoqing entered from the main gate of the old Yang family, and when she passed the door of the second room, she glanced at the door of Yang Ruolan's house.

The door was locked, and she remembered what Yang Ruolan had said before.

In the past few days, the little old Yang Tou has been feeling unwell, and Yang Ruolan has stayed in the south of the village to take care of the little old Yang Tou, and he should be there for the festival today.

Yang Ruoqing went straight to the backyard with the basket on her shoulder.

Lao Yang Tou and Tan's have been with the big house this month, and they came from the front just now, and there was no one in the few rooms of the big house.

It's this point in time again, and they must be in the canteen in the backyard.

So, Yang Ruoqing came straight to the dining hall.

In the dining hall, Lao Yang Tou and Tan were really there.

Old Yang Tou was holding Hong'er, the son of his third cousin Yang Yongzhi, in his arms, and teasing there.

Tan sat on the side, with a smile on his face, and touched Lao Yang's head with his arm, "Old man, you can look at it alone, and tell me what our Hong'er's eyebrows and eyes look like!" ”

Lao Yang Tou smiled and described Hong'er's appearance with Tan's ......

Old Yang's eyebrows fluttered when he spoke, and Tan also listened attentively, making up for it in his head.

On the side, Yang Yongxian, Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi, and Yang Yongqing all sat on the side drinking tea, smiling and listening to the old Yang Tou and Tan's talk.

The atmosphere in the dining hall is very lively.

Yang Ruoqing came in in such a lively atmosphere.

"Grandpa, grandma, big brother, my mother sent me to deliver chrysanthemum cakes to you!"

Her voice interrupted Lao Yangtou's conversation, and Lao Yangtou looked up at her and nodded with a smile, "Qing'er is here?" Your mother has a heart. ”

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head, and wanted to say a polite word, but the old Yang Tou had already withdrawn his gaze, and then went to Tan's cuteness and cleverness to depict Hong'er.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and at this time, Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongzhi both stood up.

"Qing'er, sit down, I'll call them over." Yang Yongjin greeted and hurried out of the dining hall.

Here, Yang Yongzhi also hurried to pour tea for Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er drinks tea." Yang Yongzhi said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and thanked: "Thank you, third brother." ”

Soon, Yang Yongjin came back, followed by Cao Bamei and Chen Jinhong.

"Qing'er, are you here? Oh, the third aunt is so quick, the chrysanthemum cake is out of the pot so soon? ”

Cao Bamei said happily when she saw Yang Ruoqing's bamboo basket straddling the crook of her arm.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly put the basket on the table and took out the bowl inside.

"It's still hot, what about Xiuxiu and Fu'er? Take two for them to eat first. Yang Ruoqing said.

Cao Bamei said: "It's all playing in the stove room, I'll call them over." ”

Cao Bamei returned to the stove room in a hurry.

Here, Chen Jinhong also came over with a smile on his face.

"The third aunt's craftsmanship is so good, this chrysanthemum cake is so beautiful!" Chen Jinhong praised.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Chen Jinhong then stretched out his hand and took two chrysanthemum cakes from the bowl.

"Oh, it's really hot, when you smell it, it tastes good!" Chen Jinhong said excitedly.

Yang Ruoqing smiled again.

Chen Jinhong took two chrysanthemum cakes and came to Lao Yang Tou and Tan's side.

"Grandpa, grandma, you haven't eaten this day, you two are hungry, right? Come, eat a chrysanthemum cake mat and lower your stomach. Chen Jinhong said.

Lao Yang Tou and Tan both took the chrysanthemum cake handed over by Chen Jinhong and ate it.

Chen Jinhong hugged Hong'er and stood aside.

"Qing'er, you drink tea!" She greeted Yang Ruoqing again.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and nodded.

Picked up the tea bowl in front of him and took a sip, what the fifth aunt and her mother said was true, this third sister-in-law is indeed quite flexible.

"Grandpa, grandma, how does it taste?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

Lao Yang nodded again and again: "Well, yes, yes, your mother's skill in making chrysanthemum cakes is really getting better and better year by year." Wife, you said yes, right? ”

Tan also tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a reluctant smile.

"Jin Hong, they are also making chrysanthemum cakes, and they will bring a few back to Da'an Xiao'an to taste later." Tan commanded.