Zhou Xia smelled the scent of bones and entered the stove room.

"Mother, it's not lunch yet, what are you stewing?"

Zhou Xia asked.

Luo Da'e waved excitedly at Zhou Xia, "Xia'er, come and tell you something." ”

"What's the matter?"

Zhou Xia asked, and was dragged to the edge of the stove by Luo Da'e.

Luo Da'e glanced outside the house, convinced that the blacksmith Luo had not returned.

He said to Zhou Xia in a low voice: "I went to Lao Mu's house last day and saw the fiancé of the fox girl Zilan. ”

"What's going on?" Zhou Xia asked.

Luo Da'e sighed and gave Zhou Xia a thumbs up.

"The first-class Peugeot, handsome and elegant, is just like the champion Lang sung in the play."

"Huh?"

Zhou Xia's eyes lit up.

"More Peugeot than my cousin?" She asked.

Luo Da'e thought for a moment, and her face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"What do you say? It's not comparable! ”

"One is fish, the other is meat, each with its own good ......"

Luo Da'e's vulgar metaphor, Zhou Xia understood.

Luo Da'e thought of something, let go of Zhou Xia's hand, and bent down to pull out the crockpot from the stove.

"Xia'er, come and taste it, see what the tiger bone soup tastes like!"

Luo Da'e said excitedly, opened the lid, and put salt in it.

Zhou Xia walked over, and the two of them poured tiger bone soup and drank a bowl each.

"It's so delicious, after drinking it, my whole body is warm." Zhou Xia said.

"Mother, what kind of bone is this?" She asked again.

Luo Da'e burped contentedly and wiped the corners of her mouth.

"The bones of the tiger can be compared to other bones!" She said.

Zhou Xia was stunned.

Last night, my cousin carried back a white tiger, which shocked the whole village.

This morning, she went to the pond to wash vegetables and laundry, and a bunch of village women surrounded her and asked this and that, all of them envious and jealous.

"This soup tastes so good, Xia'er, let's drink another bowl."

Luo Da'e beckoned, and poured a bowl of crockpot for Zhou Xia and herself.

Zhou Xia glanced at the little soup left in the crockpot and said, "Don't drink it, leave some for your uncle." ”

Luo Da'e said: "It's okay, it's okay, there's still tiger meat there, and I'll eat it at noon." ”

"This soup, I'll send a bowl to Mu Zichuan and Taga Po later, she sprained her foot." Luo Da'e said.

Zhou Xia understood what Luo Da'e meant and nodded.

The mother and daughter hid at the door of the stove and drank the soup in the bowl again.

Zhou Xia's stomach was round, and Luo Da'e was also full of burps and didn't stop.

The woman took up the clay pot again and poured herself half a bowl.

"Mother, if you fall down again, why will you send it to Mu Zichuan and his Ga Po later?" Zhou Xia asked.

Luo Da'e smiled and shook her head, "Mother has a way." ”

The woman got up and scooped a small half bowl of hot water from the hanging jar beside her and poured it into the clay pot.

Then he shook it and added a little more salt star.

"Oh, a jar full of tiger bone soup, let's send it over later!"

……

Song twisted his foot, and Yang Ruolan was also paying close attention.

While Luo Da'e's mother and daughter were mixing water into the tiger bone soup, Yang Ruolan was also busy with Yang in the stove room.

Yang said: "A dead old woman, I haven't seen anything delicious, let's just send some brown sugar and red dates or something, isn't it just it, as for so troublesome!" ”

Yang Ruolan was fiddling with the stove, slowly stewing the ribs.

The ribs also contain red dates, wolfberries and a handful of hawthorn slices.

It makes the whole stove room fragrant.

Hearing Yang's words, Yang Ruolan shook her head and said, "Mother, what you said is wrong. ”

"I worked that old lady to show Mu Zichuan and his mother."

"I've put a lot of effort into this time, and I've won the favor of their mother and son."

"When I enter the door in the future, I will have the final say, and the days will be long, and I don't care about this day and night!" Yang Ruolan Road.

Yang felt reasonable.

"Cheng, then you can get it, go back and get it and you send it over by yourself, I'm too lazy to look at Widow Liu's face!"

……

Yang Ruolan carried the stewed soft pork ribs and knocked on the courtyard door of the Mu family with joy.

It was Widow Liu who opened the door.

When she saw that the person standing at the gate of the courtyard was Yang Ruolan, Widow Liu was surprised.

"Lan girl, why are you here?" Widow Liu asked.

I don't like this girl anymore, but now she is still my nominal daughter-in-law.

It's not good to close the door and drive people out.

When Yang Ruolan saw her future mother-in-law, her pretty face blushed a little.

"Auntie, I heard that Ga Po sprained her foot, so I came to see her old man and brought some pork rib soup."

As she spoke, her white little hand picked up the bamboo basket in her hand and shook it.

Widow Liu also saw the bowl in the bamboo basket and the lid of another bowl that was buckled upside down.

"Ga Po's feet are fine, you don't need to eat these, your aunt understands it."

Widow Liu said.

There was no intention of inviting Yang Ruolan in.

Yang Ruolan was a little embarrassed, and looked at the Westhouse in the courtyard with a pair of wonderful eyes.

Looking forward to seeing Mu Zichuan's figure.

But I didn't see anything.

You can't just run for nothing.

Yang Ruolan then said to Widow Liu: "Auntie, I have boiled this soup for more than an hour, and there are some Chinese medicinal materials in it that clear the liver and brighten the eyes, which can be nourishing." ”

"Ga Po doesn't need it, just give it to Brother Zichuan to drink, he reads and hurts his body."

Yang Ruolan said softly, pleading and pleading with a face.

Widow Liu looked at Yang Ruolan's expression, and the woman sighed secretly.

She is from the past, and this Lan girl's eyes can't be hidden.

Girls may have vanity in it, but it's really for Zichuan to fall in.

After all, Widow Liu couldn't bear to refuse to die too much, so she let go: "Cheng, then you come in first." ”

"Eh, thank you, thank you, auntie!"

Yang Ruolan was so happy that she carried the basket into the yard.

He followed Widow Liu into the hall.

She glanced first at Westinghouse.

The door to the Westinghouse was closed.

Is Brother Zichuan warming the book inside?

She thought to herself.

At his feet, he followed Widow Liu to the East House, where the sound of speech came.

It is important to visit the old lady first.

"Mother, Lan girl came to see you."

Widow Liu entered the east room and said to the old lady who was sitting on the bed.

Yang Ruolan heard that she was named, and Lianbu moved lightly and hurriedly came to the front.

Only then did she find that someone had come to visit her in the house.

Luo Da'e sat on the edge of the bed and chatted with the old lady.

Zhou Xia stood behind Luo Da'e with her hands down, looking timid.

Why are the mother and daughter here?

Yang Ruolan said in her heart.

On the small stool next to their mother and daughter, there was also an open large bowl.

A strange fragrance wafted out of the bowl.

I don't know what kind of soup it is, so Yang Ruolan couldn't help but take a few more breaths.

On the other side of the bed, Mrs. Song's voice came into Yang Ruolan's ears.

"Yo, Miss Lan is here too? Come and sit down, and let Ga Po take a good look at you. ”

Yang Ruolan came back to her senses in an instant.

Suppressing the suspicion in her heart, she immediately raised her eyes and smiled gently at the old lady on the bed.