Wheat flour is not lacking in every household.

But wheat flour is usually used to make gnocchi, or pancakes.

There are very few ways to eat dumplings and noodles.

Mostly effortless.

Sun can't remember how long it's been since he's rolled noodles for his children.

"What is this noodle made of? Why do you smell Texiang? ”

Sun asked again.

Here, Yang Ruoqing brought Yang Huazhong's bowl to him.

Then he put two spoons into the bowls of his two younger brothers, and let them blow and eat slowly.

Hearing Sun's question, Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Simmered in turtle soup!" ”

"Turtle soup? Where did the turtle come from? Sun was surprised.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Luo Fengtang on the side: "Two days ago, Tang Yanzi dug it in the small pond behind. ”

"I put it in the tea pot, and I put it in the stove to simmer when I cooked the night dinner yesterday, and I forgot to tell your mother." Yang Ruoqing said.

But whenever Yang Ruoqing is at home, she basically takes care of the food in the stove room.

The most Sun is doing is to fight or something.

I didn't know that there was a turtle simmering in the teapot, and it was not unusual.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Sun was relieved.

The woman glanced at the noodles on the table.

The turtle meat simmered, melted into the soup, and then lay on the noodles.

Just one glance, and it will hook people.

The woman looked at Luo Fengtang with a relieved face.

Seeing that he was still standing, he hurriedly beckoned: "Why is Tang Lingzi still standing?" Sit down and eat noodles! ”

Luo Fengtang shook his head with a smile: "Don't worry, the third aunt and the third uncle will eat first." ”

Yang Ruoqing also said: "I'm in the stove room with his share, I'll eat it later." ”

Sun and Yang Huazhong nodded at this time.

The two picked up the noodles in the bowl and saw the poached eggs.

Neither of them would move their chopsticks.

Yang Ruoqing persuaded again: "Everyone has one, and my father and mother will eat it!" ”

"We adults don't have to grow heads, and it's useless to eat. Da An Xiao An came over and took the poached eggs away! ”

So, the poached eggs of the two fell into Da'an Xiao'an's bowl respectively.

Da'an and Xiao'an didn't dare to eat it easily, and their inquiring eyes turned to the eldest sister Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Huazhong quipped: "Now the fire is off, our father's talk is not as good as this sister's, haha~"

Sun also covered his mouth and smiled, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, just say it, or they won't dare to eat." ”

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and said to her two younger brothers: "Since your father and mother have given it to you, you can eat it!" ”

Only then did the two younger brothers dare to move their chopsticks.

Looking at the family members who have been tossing for a day, this time I finally ate a bowl of hot noodles.

Yang Ruoqing's heart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She said to Luo Fengtang: "Let's go, let's go eat noodles too." ”

"Hmm!"

Two people went into the stove room.

Taking advantage of the moment when Luo Fengtang hung the tray back on the wooden stake on the wall, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly brought out two bowls of noodles.

The last poached egg, she put it in Luo Fengtang's bowl.

Luo Fengtang hung up the tray and came back, and Yang Ruoqing was already sitting at the door of the stove with a noodle bowl and eating.

He glanced at his bowl of poached eggs, and then at Yang Ruoqing's bowl.

"Qing'er, didn't you say that everyone has an egg? What about yours? He asked.

Yang Ruoqing gently knocked the edge of the bowl with chopsticks, and said casually: "I'm afraid it's cold, hide it at the bottom of the bowl!" ”

A trace of suspicion flashed in Luo Fengtang's eyes.

The boy didn't ask any more, he picked up the noodle bowl and grabbed the chopsticks.

Yang Ruoqing was burying her head in pulling the turtle soup noodles in the bowl.

Suddenly, a hot poached egg landed in her bowl.

She looked up just in time to see him withdraw his hand.

Yang Ruoqing stood up and reproached him: "What are you doing?" It's yours, and mine is at the bottom of the bowl! ”

"I don't like poached eggs, you can help me eat them!"

Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

These days, eggs are a penny.

Most of the farmers raise chickens, and most of them are reluctant to eat eggs.

You have to keep the money from selling it for oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

That is, the Tan family spoils Yang Huamei so much, and the eggs are only given to Yang Huamei two eggs a day!

This kid, this excuse, is too clumsy, right?

"You stupid boy, I told you all, I have one at the bottom of the bowl."

She continued, "You stuffed me with another one, is this a deliberate attempt to fatten me to death?" If it doesn't work, take it back! ”

She was about to give him the egg, and he dodged it.

"Not many of them!" He said.

Standing on the other side, he glanced at her in a bright light.

The boy grinned and said, "Besides, Qing'er, you look chubby and good-looking, as cute as a bun!" ”

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines.

She grinded her teeth at him, making a menacing expression.

"Stinky boy, if you don't praise people, keep silent, are you praising me or hurting me?"

Luo Fengtang grinned: "Hehe, don't worry about Qing'er, no matter what you look like, you look good!" ”

Leaving these words, he picked up his noodle bowl, smeared oil on the soles of his feet and ran out of the stove.

In the stove room, Yang Ruoqing was not angry, nor was he laughing.

This stinky boy!

Lowered his eyes and glanced at the poached eggs in the bowl.

Fang Cai's trace of annoyance disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In my heart, I was filled with happiness.

It's nice to be pampered by someone.

……

Eating and drinking, the family was very satisfied.

Luo Fengtang got up to say goodbye and was called to the stove room by Yang Ruoqing.

She handed him a basket of bamboo.

There is a bowl in the bamboo basket, and there is a bowl upside down on top of the bowl.

"Bring this noodle back to Uncle Luo to taste it, and it also saves him from burning the fire at night."

Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang took the bamboo basket and looked at Yang Ruoqing with a moving face.

"Qing'er, you have a heart."

She was a little embarrassed to be looked at like this.

Lowered his eyes, stroked a strand of fallen bangs behind his ear, and smiled at him.

"It's nothing, it's getting dark, you go back quickly!"

"Hmm!"

He turned and walked briskly out of the courtyard.

……

Old Locke's yard.

As twilight rose, Blacksmith Luo stood at the entrance of the courtyard without a courtyard gate and looked at the intersection.

After lunch, the nephew pushed the wheelbarrow to the woods to collect loose hair.

It's dark this day, why haven't you come home yet?

What's going on?

Just when the blacksmith Luo was anxious and was about to go to the woods to find it.

Luo Fengtang's figure finally appeared.

"You kid, why did you come back after going out for a long time?"

Blacksmith Luo greeted him, his tone a little reproachful.

Glancing at the empty wheelbarrow again, "Didn't you say that you were loose?" ”

Luo Fengtang grinned at Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, I sent the pine hair to Qing'er's family." ”

"What?" Blacksmith Luo was surprised.

Luo Fengtang saw the appearance of the blacksmith Luo, and said busily: "I'll go and close it again tomorrow, and then bring it to the family......"

"Hahaha~"

When Blacksmith Luo saw his nephew like this, he knew that his nephew had misunderstood what he meant.

"Silly boy, you elm pimple has finally opened up! Hahaha~"

Blacksmith Luo stretched out a large palm that had been beaten with iron and slapped it Luo Fengtang's shoulder.

"Well done, you don't need to be told by my uncle, you know how to send loose hair to Qing'er's family by yourself, it's good!"

Luo Fengtang was confused by his uncle.

"Let's go, hurry home, Uncle has to reward you well, how about we make gnocchi at night?"

"Uncle, I ate at Qing'er's house, and Qing'er asked me to bring you one!"

"Really?"

Only then did the blacksmith Luo notice that Luo Fengtang was still carrying a bamboo basket in the crook of his arm.

"What's it?"

"Simmered noodles in turtle soup."

"It's exciting to listen to, I just happen to have a little wine at home, and I have to make two cups."