The Ugly Woman's Country Life: The Mountain Man Loves His Wife to the Extreme <<< Chapter 3939: Zi Chuan's Return

'Gè su' is a kind of noodle made with this year's newly milled wheat flour. A proper amount of sugar is added when kneading the dough.

Cut into triangles, then deep-fry in hot oil.

Once they are fished out after the oil is drained, each one becomes a golden and tempting treat, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

This is the favorite of Zhuang household, and it's also the kind of snack that Zhuang household children look forward to every year during the Dragon Boat Festival.

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You don't need to buy it from a grocery store, just plant some wheat at home.

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When the adults were frying "jiao su" (Chinese fried pastry), the children, smelling the aroma, came running, circling the stove like little cats and dogs.

When they were done frying, the adult grabbed a handful and stuffed it into the child's mouth, sending them outside to play.

Hearing the joyful crunching sounds they made while eating, the adults also experienced a deep sense of satisfaction.

"The baby likes to eat the corner pastry. When I turn around, I'll discuss it with your uncle. We'll plant a few more acres of wheat next year." Wang Cuilian turned her gaze back from Luo Baby outside the kitchen, and said with a loving face.

Yang Ruqing curved her lips.

“That little girl just wanted to try something new. She saw the other children eating, so she eagerly acted like a precious treasure and ate it too.” she said.

The family is well-off, and in terms of material life, they never lack for their children.

This is completely different from when I was a kid, it's like heaven and earth apart.

"Qing'er, why are you still frying? Isn't it already fried a lot?"

Wang Cuilian turned around and saw Yang Ruoheng roll up her sleeves to continue kneading the dough, chopping the ingredients, she couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruqing smiled and said, "These catties of corner crisps are meant to be fried up and brought to the military camp by Tang Yazi."

He really likes to eat corner pastries. They're crispy and fragrant, and they don't go bad easily, so you can keep them for quite a while.

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"So I plan to fry more, have him take them to the camp and eat them slowly. I'll also share some with the lieutenants and soldiers under my command. We all can't go home for the holidays." she said.

Besides, he would also have Tang Yazi bring some gifts for Wang Dalong, the head of Shuilong Gang. He wanted Wang Gege to taste the local flavors here as well.

Wang Cuilian nodded repeatedly, "You're right, Qing'er. You always think things through so well. We should also send some men from the escort bureau to that place, too?"

Yang Ruqing readily nodded: "I also have this intention, well, and Da Zhi's side, we should also send some. That child used to love eating gougous during the Dragon Boat Festival when he was at home. He probably misses them."

When it comes to ambition, a flicker of longing and loss crosses Yang Ruohong's eyes.

It's been almost half a year. Besides when Zuo Junmo came back from Yangzhou in February to talk about Da Zhi's situation, Da Zhi hasn't sent any word back in the past six months.

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It's as if, this time in Yangzhou, he completely cut off all contact with here.

This made Yang Ruohua feel very sad.

Several times I picked up the pen wanting to write and ask about your situation. Thousands of words felt like a lump in my throat, so I had to put down the pen and secretly shed tears.

Today is Dragon Boat Festival, I wonder how people in Yangzhou celebrate it?

Dazhi's mother should also cook a table of good dishes to greet the children, right?

Seeing Yang Ruqing's melancholy, Wang Cuilian quickly changed the subject: "Ruqing, what kind of dishes should we cook for lunch? Tang Ya has not been home for the Dragon Boat Festival for two years. We must celebrate it well this year."

Mentioning this, Yang Ruqing also temporarily suppressed the low emotions in her heart, and her mind immediately became active.

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"Well, let me think about it." she said.

Yesterday, Zhou Wang came to give Grandpa and Grandma your Dragon Boat Festival gifts. He brought a goose, and I kept it with the chickens in the backyard coop.

"I'll go and prepare that goose in a bit, let's have a plate of braised goose for lunch!"

Wang Cuilian said: "Good, goose meat is nourishing. You and Tang Yazi have both lost weight after this trip. The two of you should eat a few more pieces of goose meat to replenish yourselves! And what else?"

Yang Ruqing added, "Uncle and Tang YaZi went to the fish pond to take care of things. When they come home later, they'll probably bring back fish and shrimp. At that time, we'll braise the fish meat in red sauce and stew the fish head with tofu."

“I’m going to make sweet and sour shrimp balls, the baby loves them, Feng’er, give it to those who love them.”

Wang Cuilian smiled, "Baby, you don't know this yet. When you find out later, you'll be in a hurry again."

Yang Ruqing also smiled and said, “Then let's not tell her for now. We can give her a surprise at lunchtime.”

In the middle of the day, Luofengtang and Luotiejian came back early. Luofengtang held a fishing net in his hand, with one carp and seven or eight yellow croakers inside.

In addition, there are some green shrimp.

He hurriedly handed the fish to Yang Ruqing: "Qing'er, I brought back both the fish and shrimp. You figure out what to do with them."

Yang Ruqing took the fish and shrimp, they were heavy and she was very happy.

The Duanwu Festival gifts for my natal family, my husband's family, and my grandparents' side were all sent out two days before the festival. They included fish and meat, so we don't need to send any more fish now.

>That's great, there's another dish of spicy yellow croaker casserole for lunch.

Yang Ruqing was busy cooking a hearty midday meal in the backyard, while Luo Fengtang accompanied Luo Tiejiang in the front courtyard.

Tomorrow I have to go back to the military camp, and I don't know when I'll be home next time, so I'd better spend more time talking with my uncle now.

...His wife's side... Come back later in the evening to get along well on the bed.

When Yang Ruqing placed the yellow croaker in a small clay pot and just set it on the stove to simmer slowly.

"Auntie, I'll go to the front yard and call them for dinner." She untied the apron from her waist and said to Wang Cuilian.

Wang Cuilian said, "Alright, you go."

In the front courtyard, in the main hall, neither Lu Tiejiang nor Lu Fengtang was there.

But the two bowls of tea on the table were still there, and they were still warm.

The blacksmith's dry pipe was also put aside, but the two people were gone.

Just as Luo Baobei skipped over, Yang Ruqing quickly called her over, "Do you know where your grandpa and father went?"

Luo Bao turned his big eyes and looked around, then said: "Go outside!"

"Where is it outside?" Yang Ruqing asked again.

Luo Bao's little head shook back and forth. Suddenly, she patted her own forehead and pointed outside the gate: "They went toward the village."

“Mother, I’m going to the kitchen!” The little girl shouted a greeting and skipped away.

Why don't you go to the kitchen and taste the dishes? Yang Ruoqing understands.

She purposely didn't stop her, as long as the child was happy, it was a holiday today!

Here, she was still wondering what her uncle and Tang Yazi were doing in the village.

In a short while, the blacksmith Luo returned in a hurry.

"Uncle, where did you and Tang Ya go? It's time for dinner!" Yang Ruqing said.

"Hey, where's Tang Yazi? Why don't I see him?" she asked again.

The blacksmith Luo said: "Zi Chuan's mother and son have returned from the capital city, Feng Tang is over there."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing was also surprised.

“Mother-in-law’s back? That’s wonderful! Get two more chopsticks, let’s have them join us for a meal.” She added.

However, Lu Tiejiang's face was a little embarrassed as he said, "Zi Chuan... is ill, I'm afraid she can't make it!"

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