The two people chatted away, and before they knew it, the food was ready.

The iron pot was full of chicken and mushrooms stewed together. Knowing Yang Ruqing loved spicy food, Xiao Huan first scooped two bowls of the non-spicy stew into two bowls.

One bowl for the child, one bowl for Luo Dahu.

In the pot, Xiao Huan grabbed handfuls of chili peppers and threw them in. Yang Ruqing almost drooled at the sight.

Besides, Xiao Huan also washed a bunch of leeks and made a big bowl of leek boxes with eggs and wheat flour.

Zhou Wang went to change his horseshoe. The blacksmith came back for a meal, but in the end, only he himself returned.

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“My uncle said to let us eat first, and then go change after we've finished eating,” Zhou Wang said.

Xiaohuan couldn't help but rebuke Zhouwang: "Uncle is a guest, how can you let Uncle go hungry and keep him company?"

Zhou Wang looked embarrassed, "My uncle's stubborn, I...I can't do anything about it..."

Xiaohuan took off the apron around her waist, "Wow!"

Yang Ruqing walked over and said, "Don't worry about it. We all know Uncle's personality, just leave him be."

Luo Fengtang also said, "Right, let's eat first. After we finish eating, we'll take the food over to him. By then, my aunt should be awake."

Several people moved out some stools and sat in a circle around the iron pot in the courtyard to start eating.

The firewood in the small stove was still burning, and in the large iron pot, the spicy and fragrant chicken pieces stewed with mushrooms were slowly simmering under a low fire, making a gurgling sound.

The broth had become even more fragrant and thick, with all the essence of the old hen in it.

The savory flavor of wild mushrooms is elevated, further enhanced by this unique way of preparing them.

Alright guys, no need to say anything else, just eat and be done with it, let's get this started!

"Come on, little sister, let your older brother have a drink with you."

Zhou Wang took out a small jar of wine and poured some for Luo Feng Tang.

Luo Fengtang said, "You can't drink too much, we still have to catch the carriage in the afternoon."

Zhou Wàng said, "Old buddy, don't be modest. Your drinking capacity is well-known to me. Don't just say one bowl, even if you finish this entire jug, you wouldn't walk crookedly."

Luo Fengtang then turned his inquiring gaze to Yang Ruohuang.

When you're out and about, the wife asks that you drink less and eat more vegetables.

Yang Ruqing was there playing coy with Xiaohuan.

Why is it called Zhouxuan? Because Xiaohuan was too polite. She picked up a big spoon and immediately scooped a large spoonful of chicken nuggets and mushrooms onto Yang Ruqing's bowl.

This portion is really substantial, the bowl is overflowing.

“Qinger, just allow it, or else Tang Yazi won't dare to drink anymore. Hehehe...”

Xiaohuan was laughing there with a spoon.

Yang Ruqing raised her head and truly saw someone looking at her with sincerity.

She was utterly speechless.

This idiot, so awkward.

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"If you want to drink, go ahead. What are you looking at me for?" Yang Ruqing glared at Luo Fengtang.

Lastly, she glanced at Zhou Wang: "It's rare that you two brothers are together today. Have a drink. If you get too drunk, I'll drive you home!"

Upon hearing her words, Luò Fēng Tǎng grinned.

Next to him, Zhou Wang immediately picked up a wine jug and filled Luo Fengtang's cup: "Come on, brother! Qing'er has already given the word, today our brothers won't go home until we're drunk."

The man drank, the woman ate vegetables. Yang Ruqing enjoyed this meal immensely.

Although they said they wouldn't go home until they were drunk, the two of them kept in mind the matters at their old house, so after a few rounds of drinks, they stopped.

After agreeing to continue drinking next time when they moved the grave, they ate their fill.

After a good meal and drink, they cleared the table and packed up Luo Tiejiang and Luo Dagu's leftovers. They locked the door and the four adults with the little child went to their ancestral home together.

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As soon as he reached the doorway, he heard Luo Dahu crying inside, along with Luo Tiejiang's sighs.

"Is my mother awake?" Zhou Wang was startled and asked.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Hmm!"

Zhou Wang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly pushed open the door and entered the room.

In the room, Luò Dà'é was lying on the pillow weeping, while Luò Tiějiàn stood by her bed.

Suddenly, so many people rushed in that Luò Dà'ē was startled, and her cries came to an abrupt halt.

"Mother, you're finally awake! Your son almost got scared to death by you!"

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Zhou Wang saw Luo Dagu lying on the bed. The stalwart man's eyes suddenly welled up, and he rushed to the bedside in three strides, gripping Luo Dagu's hands tightly.

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For a moment, Zhou Wang didn't know what to say next.

I just felt a heart hanging in mid-air slowly falling to the ground.

After barely surviving, Luo Dagu felt the warmth of her son's hand. The woman's tears flowed like a spring.

"Wang'er, it's mother who is foolish, mother owes you an apology!"

“Mother almost got you and my grandson into trouble, Mother shouldn't have attempted suicide...”

Luo Daye cried and struggled to sit up, the mother and son embraced and wept bitterly.

The others in the room were silent, all standing by with expressions of emotion.

Yang Ruqing also frowned, lost in thought.

His hair was as white as snow, his face pale and yellow. There were wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes, each one a visible line of time.

Where does it look like the blacksmith's sister?

Claiming to be his sister, no one would ever suspect!

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Over the past couple of years, Luo Dade's life has been truly agonizing. While she hasn't suffered much in terms of food, it's her heart that is truly burdened.

Oh, it seems that not all daughters are considerate and caring like a warm cotton-padded jacket. Someone like Zhou Xia is more like wearing a prickly hedgehog skin.

This is what they do to you, leaving you completely battered and bruised!

In a word, whether you give birth to a son or a daughter, the most important thing is the child's education.

Parents are the best teachers for children. Everything parents say and do subtly demonstrates to their children.

Here, the blacksmith Luo Tiejiang walked over and separated the weeping mother and child.

"Alright, alright. There's a saying: "Out of the greatest danger comes the greatest good." None of you need to cry anymore. Let's all speak calmly now." Lu Tiejiang said.

Zhou Wang immediately stood up and stepped aside.

Xiao Huan took a handkerchief and gave it to Zhou Wang, asking him to wipe away the tears and snot from his face.

...It's rare to see a man crying like this, so openly and emotionally.

And over here, Luo Dade was leaning against the headboard, wiping her tears as she looked at Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruqing standing before her bed.

Luo Dade's face flushed with shame.

She was still surprised to see them all with her own eyes, even though she had heard from Luo Tiejiang earlier that they were all here.

She thought that she and her family would never see each other again for the rest of her life.

"Big Brother, Tang Ya Zi, Qing'er, I am ashamed to see you all!" Luo Da E covered her face and buried her head, unable to help but cry again.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruqing looked at each other, both their eyes flashing with a wry smile.

They were also determined to have nothing more to do with their aunt.

But, things in this world, now that I understand them, there's no absolute.

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Plans can't keep up with changes, so just go with the flow.

Here, the blacksmith Luo started to act like a big brother and reprimanded Luo Dali.

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