The new book of the burning prairie star

There was also a pot of soup of stewed radish and pork on the table. The soup did not contain any expensive seasonings, nor any nourishing herbs. There were only radishes, a small amount of pork, water and salt. It was simple, refreshing and delicious. Perhaps it was because it was simmered for too long that the flavor of the pork was fully brought out. Zhang served a bowl to everyone. Yang Biao lowered his head over the bowl and smelled it. He scooped a little with a small wooden spoon and slowly inhaled it into his mouth. It was a little hot, and his tongue instinctively retracted into his mouth. It was surprisingly fragrant.

"My eldest aunt is the best. She married a butcher, so we can all eat meat." Yang Ping'an ate with a satisfied look on his face.

"How are you going with learning Chunhua and Meihua embroidery?" Zhang asked her eldest daughter-in-law who was sitting next to her.

"Well, it's very good. The embroidered pillowcase will almost be finished today. Mother will go to the two sisters' room later and teach them!" Wang replied with a smile.

"I can only sew clothes and stuff, I can't embroider anything, it would be better if the two young ladies could teach me." Zhang looked embarrassed.

"It's enough to make clothes that can be worn. It's a waste of time to embroider those flowers and grasses. They look good, but when we go to work in the fields wearing such beautifully embroidered clothes, the crops in the fields won't complain. Oh, you look so beautiful in what you're wearing today. You make me feel so good. I'll grow taller today so that I can produce more food for your family later." Yang Dashan was afraid that his wife would be embarrassed, so he comforted her.

Everyone laughed, "Grandpa is really..." Yang Pingan suddenly heard what Yang Dashan said, and laughed so hard that his food spit out. Yang Zian, who was sitting next to him, looked at his brother's food spit on the table with disgust, and moved his butt to the other side, "Fortunately, it didn't spit into the dishes."

Yang Pingan's body froze: "I didn't mean to do that. Besides, we are all family. It's okay if I spray it on the food."

"Something happened!" several children said in unison.

Yang Ping'an was so angry that he turned his back to his brother, picked up the bowl, and ate it in big mouthfuls, "Eat slowly, don't choke!" Wang saw that he was angry, shook her head, stood up and picked up the pottery jar on the table and was about to pour water. When she heard Yang Ping'an slapping his chest, she quickly poured a bowl of water, walked quickly to her youngest son, and brought the water to his mouth. Yang Ping'an opened his mouth and drank it as if he had found a life-saving straw. After drinking it, he said, "I almost choked to death." The whole room burst into laughter.

"You're already fifteen, but you're still so irritable." Yang Lidi didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"What do you think of the girl Zi'an saw last time? Is her personality good? She's almost suitable. Zi'an is already eighteen years old this year, and Gou Zi is one year younger than him. Look, their son is already a month old. You two should be more careful in doing things." Yang Dashan seemed to be asking Yang Zi'an a question, but his eyes were actually looking at Yang Lidi and his wife.

"Grandpa, I don't like the one I met last time. He was too big and strong!" Yang Zian felt a little aggrieved.

"What? Do you still want to marry a fairy from heaven?" Yang Lidi was furious.

"I've never seen a fairy, but that woman was so strong. Her waist is twice as thick as mine." Yang Zian put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and gestured to everyone about the waist circumference he saw that day.

"It's not that exaggerated. Just because you little brat doesn't like it, it's not that serious." Zhang smiled and patted her eldest grandson on the back.

"Grandma, please remove the word 'ma'!" Yang Zian said seriously. Zhang turned to look at Wang, who nodded in agreement.

"Okay, okay, wait until all the fields are harvested, then we'll find a more reliable matchmaker and take a closer look!" Yang Dashan instructed his eldest son.

"Yes, Dad, I understand." Yang Lidi quickly agreed.

"The families with daughters that I know well are either already married or still young." Wang was a little depressed.

"That's why Dad asked me to find a more reliable matchmaker!" Yang Li looked at his wife and felt a headache.

"Can we go to town to look for one?" Yang Zian said weakly: It is well known that girls in town require a lot of dowry, and her parents will definitely not agree.

"Who do you think you are? You are neither high nor low. Which girl from a good family in this town would want you?" Yang Lidi was furious. As expected, I knew he would say this. Yang Zian complained in his heart.

"Zi'an is not that bad, right? This appearance, this outfit..." Wang tried to prove that her eldest son was not bad, but was interrupted by her husband, "Is he rich or powerful? A scholar with outstanding literary talent?" Wang was suddenly speechless after being asked by Yang Lidi.

"What kind of person are you? Do you need me to tell you?" Zhang pressed Yang Lidi's shoulders, and the latter clenched his fists and tried to suppress his anger. "Find someone suitable to live with. A beautiful woman is not something that a family like us can keep." Yang Xiaozhen also advised his nephew, ignoring that his wife Li next to him pulled at his pants.

Yang Biao looked at the people and things happening in front of him, eating the rice in his bowl without saying a word. In his heart, he really felt that finding love is actually similar to cooking. Both of them look scattered, but they are actually well-matched and tasty. One dish is meat and the other is vegetable, so it is fragrant enough. The person you like is often not in the standard you set, but you like him from the bottom of your heart. Two people have exactly the same temperament, and it is not good to be at odds with each other. The lover has a temperament of one urgency and one slowness, one is heroic and generous and the other is gentle and pleasant, they understand each other, help each other, and have a mutual understanding. There are thousands of truths in this world, but it is just a bowl of fireworks.

"Brother..." Yang Ping'an wanted to say something, but was frightened by Yang Zi'an's murderous look. He quickly finished the rice in the bowl and left.

After watching everyone finish their meal and leave, Zhang stopped Yang Zian who was about to put down his bowl and leave, and asked, "Do you have a girl you like in town?" Zhang felt that her eldest grandson would ask if he could find one in town, so he must have a target, otherwise he would not have said such a thing. Although the betrothal money for a girl in town starts at at least ten taels, the people in town are basically literate, and they treat the girls born in their families very well, and the dowry they give is also very generous. Thinking about it, it is not impossible to grit your teeth and bring her home.

"No...no" Yang Zian's eyes jumped.

"It's best if there is nothing. If there is, just stop worrying about it." Yang Dashan sighed, took off the pipe from his waist, knocked it against the table, and the ash in the pipe fell to the ground.

“I…I know.” Yang Zian fled in panic.