"Back then, your mother was in charge. During the Dragon Boat Festival, the whole family would make zongzi according to the number of people."

Sun shi was packing while reminiscing with Yang Ruohqing about the past.

“Men, two each, women, one each, and children under ten years old, two to a pair...”

"All the fillings were red bean and green bean pastes. One year, they used salty pork filling, everyone was so happy..."

Sun said with a smile, shaking her head.

"Mother, when I turn ten, will I get one too?" Yang Ruqing asked eagerly.

Sun Shi was startled for a moment, then sighed.

“Your mother said you're an idiot, even at ten years old you're only half a person…”

"Uh..."

Yang Ruqing's head was covered in black lines.

It's the mind that's foolish, not the appetite.

Well, that old woman was quite shrewd when it came to calculating these accounts back then!

"Still, it's better to separate!" Yang Ruqing said.

My eyes swept over the row of fillings in front of me, red beans, green beans, red dates, and peanuts.

Bacon, duck egg yolk...

Everything you could want, a dazzling array of goods.

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"Let's have a good Dragon Boat Festival today and eat all the zongzi that we didn't get to enjoy before!"

Yang Ruqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "Good, but it's a pity that Tang is not here..."

Yang Ruqing's smile froze.

He then suppressed the sliver of affection in his heart, comforting Mrs. Sun: "He's gone to do big things. Let's live our lives well and wait for him to return."

>

Mrs. Sun nodded: "Well, Qing'er is right, let's wrap zongzi!"

When the first batch of zongzi was cooked, Yang Ruohua brought out a winnowing basket.

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Put the steaming zongzi into the bamboo winnowing basket.

At this moment, Mrs. Sun suddenly addressed the kitchen entrance and said, “Oh, isn’t that He'er and Ju'er? Come in quickly and eat zongzi!”

As Yang Ruqing turned around, the Mrs. Sun was already holding one hand each, leading her two cousins into the kitchen.

Then, Mrs. Sun took two zongzi from the bamboo basket and gave them to the two of them.

"Hold onto that thread carefully, don't burn it," Mrs. Sun reminded him again.

Two cousins, each carrying a zongzi, stood by the stove.

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Still staring longingly at the basket Yang Ruqing was holding in her hand.

Yang Ruqing was stunned.

Well, are you still interested?

"What's up, didn't your mothers make zongzi?" Yang Ruqing asked.

A slightly older Lao'er shook her head: "Mama doesn't have a package, she went out to play with the youngest."

Yang Ruqing nodded.

Here are two more zongzi. Take them. They're filled with eight treasures.

Two cousins beamed with joy.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Ju'er tugged at He'er's sleeve: "Sister, let's go back?"

But Holly stayed put, seeming unwilling to leave.

Sun glanced at this, thinking that Ho’er still wanted more, and was just about to take two more for her sisters.

Huo'er shook her head: "Third Aunt, you don't need to give us any more. Our stomachs are small and we can't eat that much."

Mrs. Sun smiled.

Yang Ruqing also smiled.

These two cousins were both very shy and well-behaved, not like their parents at all.

“Well then, you two, what’s going on? Is something the matter?” Yang Ruqing asked.

>The older Holly hesitated to speak.

Little Ju was younger, and blurted out, "We can't go back. If we do, the zongzi will be gone."

“Oh?”

Yang Ruqing was surprised.

"What do you mean?" she asked. Let me know if you'd like me to translate something else! ?

Then He'er and Ju'er told Yang Huaming's order.

Upon hearing this, Sun shi was astonished.

"Such a father?" The woman shook her head, looking astonished.

Yang Ruqing wasn't too surprised.

>

There are tons of strange parents in this world.

Many parents who are too lazy to cook and rely on their children to gain sympathy from others to satisfy their own needs.

"You two can just sit here and eat these four zongzi." Yang Ruohua said with a smile.

"Wait until your father's share is ready. After you finish eating, I'll let you take it back to show him respect."

When Ho’er and Ju’er heard this, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Qing'er sister."

The two sisters sat happily at the stove door, eating the zongzi with relish.

Here, Sun was a little surprised to be looking at Yang Ruqing.

Isn't it usually very infuriating when girls hear this kind of thing?

How did you agree to this today?

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Sun Shi and said, "Today is a holiday, happy isn't it? Just two zongzi, no big deal!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Shi also felt relieved.

Then he went to the next room to get busy.

Here, Yang Ruohong quietly took out a pinch of powder from under the cabinet.

This powder is croton powder.

Many households in the countryside have this.

Why?

Because many families are struggling financially, there's a lack of oil and richness in their dishes.

Eating coarse grain porridge and miscellaneous grains, often constipated.

It's severe, I can’t even get out of bed for three to five days.

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At this point, eating some asafoetida powder can stimulate things and help it come out...

Yang Huaming isn't trying to trick ZONG Zi into eating something, is he?

Okay, sister, I'll let you have your way.

Let you have a taste of unforgettable zongzi...

Huo'er finished the four zongzi in her hands.

>

Both sisters belched, patted their round tummies and stood up.

"Sister Qing'er, we've been out for a while now. If we don't go back, my father will beat us..."

Huo'er stared at Yang Ruohua blankly.

Yang Ruqing smiled slightly, "Alright, these two zongzi are filled with salted pork. Take them back and give them to your father."

"Thank you, Qing'er sister."

The two sisters held zongzi and skipped happily.

The house with four rooms in the front yard.

Yang Huaming was lying in bed taking a nap.

Several kitchens were all busy making zongzi, the fragrant smell wafting into his room.

...which made him dream of a huge table full of zongzi in his sleep.

Just as he was excitedly about to rush over and gobble it up, the door creaked open.

The beautiful dream was suddenly shattered.

Yang Huaming opened his eyes and saw the patched, gray canvas tent!

Yang Ruiming was annoyed and jumped out of bed.

Just as he was about to explode, Holly had already preemptively held two steaming hot zongzi in front of him.

"Father, eat zongzi! It's just out of the pot, filled with salty pork!"

Ho'er excitedly said.

Yang Huaming saw the two plump, diamond-shaped zongzi in front of him. The green leaves outside the yellow glutinous rice were still dotted with a layer of water droplets.

It looks just out of the oven.

>Who gave it to you? Did you steal it or rob it?

Yang Huaming asked, reaching out to grab it.

"It was given to us by Sister Qing'er," said He'er.

"Huh? She really did?" Yang Huaming asked.

"Well!"

Yang Huaming didn't ask any further questions, the aroma was simply too tempting, his mouth watering uncontrollably.

He couldn't wait to pull apart the silk thread on the outside of the zongzi.

Seeing the two female friends still standing before him, he impatiently waved his hand: “Go out and play!”

Jiu'er licked her lips and stared expectantly at the meat dumpling.

She just ate sweet and eight treasure congee.

This meat dumpling smells so good.

Yang Huaming caught sight of Ju'er's eyes and frowned.

"Your father and I am the pillar of this family, these zongzi are tied to me. You have plenty of opportunities to eat them when you grow up, now get out!"