“Okay.” Yang Ruqing nodded and then asked, “Did Zhou Wang and the others say when they’re coming over here for a meal?”

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

Luo Fengtang said: "I was originally going to come today, that is, the third day of the Lunar New Year, and then I heard from my uncle about what was happening at our place."

“Zhou Wangge and the others think that since Qing'er isn't home, it might be a bit overwhelming to have guests again. Besides, even if you come back today, we haven't visited Lao Yang's family yet.”

"So they said, let's come back on the fifth and sixth day," he said.

Hearing this arrangement, Yang Ruqing nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, these two days we happen to be going to my parents' place and my grandmother's place. When they come over on the fifth and sixth day, we can spend a whole day at home specially entertaining them." she said.

After wiping her hair dry, Yang Ruqing simply styled it into a bun. She then donned her cloak, took up her warm rabbit fur hand warmer, and left the house with Luo Fengtang to visit her parents' home next door.

At this time, the main hall of Yang Huazhong's house was brightly lit.

The Eight Immortals table was moved to the middle of the main hall, with watermelon seeds and tea on it.

Lao Yang sat in the main seat as usual, smoking a dry pipe. Yang Huazhong and his brothers, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou, sat beside him, chatting with Lao Yang.

On one side, Tan Shi sat in a brazier, holding a bowl of tea in her hand, listening to the men talk. Let me know if you have other text you'd like translated!

Seeing Yang Ruqing and Luofengtang come together, Lao Yang's eyes lit up.

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"Qinger is here, father. Just ask Qinger about anything later, she knows better than us."

This is Yang Huaming's voice.

"Grandpa, what do you want to ask me?" Yang Ruqing smiled and took the initiative to greet Lao Yangtou.

He sat down on a high stool opposite Lao Yangtou.

"Qing'er, when you came back today, did you see what your older brother was like? Can he talk? Can he eat?" Let me know if you'd like me to translate any other text! ?

Lao Yang leaned over and asked eagerly.

Tan also pricked up his ears, trying to catch Yang Ruqing's direction.

Yang Ruqing said, "Grandpa, you don't have to worry too much. My brother's injuries are under good control."

"When I came back today, it was after I personally fed him half a bowl of red date porridge."

"My voice has gotten a little better, not as raspy. But the doctor said I should try to talk as little as possible,"

"After all, the wound was on the back of her head. I'm afraid that if I talk too much, it might move the injury." Yang Ruohong replied truthfully.

Lao Yang listened, stunned. His face contorted with a myriad of complex emotions.

Beside her, Tan had already spoken up angrily.

"Yǒngxiān's head had a hole the size of a bowl, and blood was flowing like a washbasin. How could they possibly feed him red date porridge?"

"What good is red date porridge? It should be pig liver soup at least, and just half a bowl! For someone so big, eating just half a bowl of red date porridge won't do any good?"

"Absolutely not, I'll go to town tomorrow. I'll bring some meatballs and meat patties for my eldest grandson to help him recover!" said Tan.

Tan's words left Yang Ruoqing speechless and stunned the others at the table.

Before Yang Ruqing could speak, Old Man Yang frowned.

“Shut your crow's beak! A person’s head is only a bit bigger than a fist, and there’s only so much blood in their body. How can you have such a large hole, enough to fill a basin with just a foot wash? What nonsense are you talking about! Really!” the old man said.

Yang Huaming also stroked his arm and said, “Mother, you feel sorry for Yongxian, we all understand.”

"But don't exaggerate when you speak, it sounds a bit creepy, you know!"

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou brothers didn't speak, but their reactions were similar to Yang Huaming.

Tan snorted and stubbornly said, “What do you know? I'm just worried about my eldest grandson!”

"I don't care, if you keep taking care of him like this, Eight Immortals will probably starve to death!"

“Tomorrow morning, I will go to town and personally take care of Yongxian!” said Mrs. Tan.

“Milk...”

Yang Ruqing had just uttered a word when she was interrupted by Tan.

"QIng'ya, don't be afraid. Just tell me honestly, did that wicked woman Li Xiu Xin purposely stop Yong Xian from eating?" asked Tan shi.

Yang Ruqing was amused and surprised.

“Milk, you’re saying that as if I didn't personally plan Big Brother's meals for the past three days.” she said.

He is currently weak and unable to eat pig liver, meatballs, or meat patties.

"With our family's circumstances, wouldn't your brother be able to afford nutritional supplements?"

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“Everything is done according to the old doctor's instructions. If we rush, something bad will happen,” she said.

Old Yang quickly said, "That's right, that's right, what Qing'er said is reasonable. I told you, Madam, you are worrying too much and making a fuss out of nothing!"

Tan's face softened a few points, apparently she had accepted Yang Ruoqing's words in her heart.

But with everyone around, Lao Yang said that to her, she still had to defend herself.

“You old bastard, all you know how to do is criticize me?”

"Even if I didn't say it well, my heart is in the right place. I'm just worried about my grandson, aren't I?"

"Just like that, I had to suffer such a great ordeal, almost lost my life! Just thinking about it now gives me chills!" said Mrs. Tan.

"Mother, there's no need to worry so much. Yongxian is a blessed person, and heaven will surely protect him. Look, he has turned danger into safety, hasn't he?" Yang Huazhong stepped forward to smooth things over.

Yang Huazhou also hurried to follow, saying: "Third brother is right, our Yongxian ah, big disaster does not die, there must be good fortune after."

"If you ask me," Tan snorted, "when Yongxian returns and her wounds are healed enough to write again, the first thing she'll do is divorce that plague spirit, Li Xiuxin."

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"Otherwise, with that plague god by his side, he'll inevitably suffer and have bad luck in the future!" said Tan.

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When it came to mentioning Xiu Xin's embroidery, everyone was astonished.

Old Yang was the first to speak: "Wife, what nonsense are you talking about? This granddaughter-in-law has only been married for half a month, and you want to divorce her? People will gossip!" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Tan said, “You are so stubborn about your pride that you’re only going to suffer!”

"Is it more important to be talked about behind your back, or the life of your grandson?"

Tan asked Lao Yang, catching him off guard. Suddenly, Lao Yang remembered the wedding night of Yang Yongxian and Li Xiuxin. The old man's face turned grim.

Here, Yang Huazhong said: "Mother, this matter doesn't have to end in divorce, does it? It's not that serious. Li Shi isn't some kind of plague..."

“Why is he not a plague god anymore? He's still a promiscuous plague god!” Tan interrupted Yang Huazhong, her voice suddenly rising several tones.

Yang Huazhong was stunned.

Then Tan continued, "You don't know, that Li family wasn't innocent before entering our old Yang family."

She doesn't know what kind of sleeping draught she gave Yongxian. Yongxian even helped her cover it up, taking the blame on himself and saying he was incompetent.