And the little girl's mouth was pouted like it could hold an oil bottle, and she said to Granny Sun, "Granny, you really are something else! You want to praise my sister, but you don't have to put me down in the process!"

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“Damn girl, no manners! How dare you speak to your grandma like that?”

"Mother, my mother said that my instep is high and ugly, and she wouldn't let me argue." Xia Jie said.

>Grand-aunt Dai raised her hand menacingly: "You little wretch dares to talk back to your old auntie? Believe me, I'll slap you!"

When Xiao Jie encountered such a mother, she had a face full of grievance.

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Then & Old Sun glared at his daughter-in-law: “A child just said a few words, look at you, getting upset!”

"Xiaojie, don't argue with your mother. It was grandma who spoke wrongly. Having a low instep has its own advantages, and having a high instep has its own beauty!" Old Sun soothed her. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Even at nine years old, Xiaojie still pouted and stood there with her face turned away.

Looking at her little sister like this, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

She is a small person but with a big personality. She is very stubborn and headstrong, always speaking her mind and fighting for what she believes in.

To her taste.

She took off her new shoes and put them aside. Then she changed back into her original shoes and walked towards Xiaojie.

"Little Jie is the most sensible. She's just playing around with Grandma and you guys! Right, Little Jie?"

Yang Ruqing asked with a smile.

Xiaojie turned her face and looked at Yang Ruohua.

Yang Ruqing immediately took Xiaojie's hand, "Sister brought back a lot of fun things, Xiaojie, take a look and see what you like!" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

And with that, the red cloth on the woven bamboo basket was lifted.

Xiao Jie had only been circling the bamboo basket, but without her cousin's permission, she didn't dare to lift the red cloth.

When Yang Ruohong lifted the basket, Xiaojie's eyes suddenly lit up at the sight of the red and green sachet ornaments inside.

And her little mouth was also opened in an O shape.

"Cousin, what are these?" she asked with a look of curiosity.

For a little girl growing up in the poverty-stricken mountain village nestled within the mountainous hollows.

These things from the Water Township Dragon Boat Race are indeed rare finds.

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And the colorful colors, fragrant scents, and flower-bird-insect-fish designs are very attractive to girls.

Little Jie could no longer bother arguing with Mrs. Dà Sūn.

He bent over and reached into the basket, carefully selecting from it.

"What is that?"

>When Old Mrs. Sun and her granddaughter, Big Sun, saw Xiao Jie's appearance, they were both curious and came over.

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Seeing the things in the basket, the two of them were also surprised.

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"This... is a sachet, isn't it?" Old Mrs. Sun asked.

"Yang Ruqing smiled and nodded, then simply told them how she got the sachet."

"Ten miles apart, customs differ. They're still the people from those water villages and fishing villages who know how to have fun."

And Old Madam Sun picked up a sachet embroidered with interlocking mandarin ducks and examined it, praising, "This girl is skilled. Her needlework is beautiful."

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Yang Ruqing peeked her head in and twitched the corner of her mouth slightly.

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Isn't this exactly the embroidered bird that Zuo Yingchun made!

Oh, this isn't a basket of fragrant sachets, but a basket of shattered young hearts!

Here, Xiao Jie held a small monkey-shaped toy in her left hand, and a lotus-embroidered one in her right.

And there, she was biting her lip and pondering deeply, seeming quite undecided.

And Yang Ruqing gently patted Xiaojie's shoulder.

"You can pick anything you like, sister will give it to you as long as you fancy it." she said.

"Really?" Xia Jie asked excitedly.

Yang Ruqing smiled and nodded.

& Xia Jie shook the two sachets in her hand: "Sister, I like both of these." Let me know if you have more text you'd like me to translate!

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"And these few, I'm fond of too..."

And "It's all yours!"

"Sister, you're so good to me. You're the best sister in the world! You, you are even better than my mother..."

Oh my, that's a well-placed compliment...

... "Haha..."

The room filled with happy laughter.

>& Yang Ruqing did not stay at Gagapo for long. She soon said goodbye to them and entered the village.

Back home, Mrs. Sun was cooking in the kitchen.

Upon hearing Yang Ruqing's cry, the woman dropped her spatula and rushed out of the house.

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"Honey, you're back! Good to have you back!"

Mrs. Sun wiped her hands, which were smeared with cooking smoke, on the apron around her waist.

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He hurried over and took the things Yang Ruqing was carrying.

"Are you tired from the journey? Was the dragon boat race nice to look at? The food over there is probably about the same as ours..."

As she entered the house, surrounded by a throng of people, Mrs. Sun repeatedly asked questions.

Yang Ruqing smiled.

And then Sun replied.

And Mrs. Sun quickly poured her a cup of tea.

"Quick, have some tea to soothe your throat."

"Hmm!"

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Yang Ruqing took a sip of tea and saw that all three of her younger brothers were not in the house.

"Mother, where are my three younger brothers?" she asked.

“Master Sun said: ‘Perhaps Dayan and Daye are on their way back to the village. Your uncle probably went to pick them up.’”

Xia'an, Yongqing, He'er, Ju'er and the others were playing together.

"Oh!" Yang Ruqing lifted her teacup to take another sip, but suddenly smelled a burnt aroma.

"Mom, what are you cooking?" she asked quickly.

And Mrs. Sun suddenly came to her senses and slapped her thigh: "Oh dear, my memory! The smoked gourd meat!"

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The woman dashed hurriedly into the next kitchen.

>Yang Ruqing also followed over and just happened to see a plume of black smoke rush out from under the lid that Mrs. Sun had lifted.

"Oh no, the stew has stuck to the pot! Now I can't serve it to the craftsmen..."

Sun Shi was deeply saddened and frustrated.

Yang Ruqing glanced at the blackened mess in the pot and shook her head as well.

"Mom, are there any other dishes we'll be having tonight?" she asked.

Then Mrs. Sun reported the evening dishes.

Yang Ruqing pondered for a moment, this dish of loofah stir-fried with pork belly was still a dish that could hold its own on the table.

"Is there any meat left at home?" she asked again.

And Mrs. Sun said, "The meat is all in the pot now, just some ribs left, still raw and untouched. It's meant to be simmered for soup tomorrow lunchtime."

Yang Ruqing rolled up her sleeves: “Bring out the pork ribs, I’ll make a main dish that can replace gourd braised meat!”

The pork ribs are chopped into tiny, one-inch pieces.

Then add oil, salt and other seasonings.

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And rice left over from making zongzi the past few days was rolled in a pot.

And then, using reeds soaked in well water, they wrapped them tightly, and outside that, wound colorful silk thread.

Put a small pot of water on the stove, place a steamer basket over it, and then put the rice dumplings wrapped in reed leaves on top.

Put the lid on tight and have a high fire underneath.

Mrs. Sun stood aside and watched the whole process.

"Well, this is the first time I've seen such a way of eating. Qing'er, you have quite a clever idea," the woman said.

Yang Ruqing curled her lips into a smile.

"The last two were at the head of the village, and had eaten this dish before. They found it quite tasty, so they decided to make it themselves!"

"Oh, my daughter is so smart! She went to visit someone and even learned a new dish!"

Facing the woman's compliments, Yang Ruqing smiled again.

In a mother's eyes, her children are always good.

"Mother, what are you doing? The burnt meat is already charred and should be thrown away." Yang Ruqing spoke up.

She saw Mrs. Sun raise that bowl of zucchini and pork, not to pour it, but instead put it back into the vegetable cupboard.

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