Since Sun had a companion, Yang Ruoqing naturally wouldn't force it. Then she would go with Sun, sending some food. Whether Tan liked to eat it or not was irrelevant. After all, it could earn her a good reputation in the eyes of outsiders – a virtuous daughter-in-law.

Yang Ruqing and Sun were waiting for Bao Suyun at the gate of the courtyard. Soon, Bao Suyun arrived.

Yang Ruqing glanced at the food Bao Suyun had prepared. It was a bowl of osmanthus rice cakes, along with a bowl of bean sprout and minced meat congee noodles, topped with a layer of green chopped scallions. Just looking at it was pleasing to the eye.

“Aunt Wu, if my mother doesn't accept your food, just give the osmanthus rice cakes to me, I really want them.” Yang Ruqing said with a giggle.

Bao Suyun was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh: "If you like it, I'll make it for you when I get back. This is simple, as long as there are osmanthus flowers."

"This season, there are lots of Osmanthus flowers. There are several Osmanthus trees in my backyard. If Aunt Wu needs some, she can just come and pick them." Yang Ruqing said.

Bao Suyun nodded slightly. At the moment when the three of them were waiting, Liao Meiyng also came over from the village entrance with a basket slung across her arm.

"Aunt San, Aunt Wu, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting," Liao Meiyin said apologetically.

"It's nothing, we just came out too." Mrs. Sun said.

Bao Suyun curiously asked Liao Meiying, "What have you prepared for your mother to eat?"

Liao Meiying said, "A steamed bream."

Liao Meiying glanced at Yang Ruohua, seeing her empty hands, a little surprised, but it vanished in an instant, yet still caught by Yang Ruohua.

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“Sister-in-law, don’t be surprised. I never thought about sending food to appease my mother. In my mother’s heart, as long as I don't make her angry, she's happier than anything else.”

Liao Meiyin smiled awkwardly: "Qing'er is joking."

Yang Ruoqing shrugged, too lazy to explain too much.

"Mother, then you should go quickly, while the food is still hot." She urged.

Sun Shi nodded, and walked away with Bao Suyun and Liao Meiyin.

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Then Yang Ruqing turned and went back to the courtyard.

My house is very quiet today. My uncle went to the Taoist temple to preside over matters, while my aunt Wang Cuilian is busy harvesting the last batch of chili peppers, eggplants, and long beans in the vegetable garden. Grandma Tuo Ba Xian usually stays in the small Buddhist hall to worship Buddha.

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Luo Fengtang and his two sons went out riding...

Yang Ruqing picked up a clean bamboo basket and went to the backyard to pick cinnamon branches, gathering osmanthus flowers.

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For spices, pastries, and rice wine, osmanthus is an excellent ingredient.

When you fully immerse yourself in something, time seems to fly by. You can get so engrossed that hours just melt away.

Footsteps sounded from the front yard.

Could it be that the three people on horseback have returned?

“Qing'er, are you in the backyard?”

That is Bao Suyun's voice.

"Aunt Wu, here." Yang Ruqing hurried over with her small basket and saw Bao Suyun walking towards the backyard at the end of the corridor.

"Qing'er, here is a piece of osmanthus cake for you."

Upon seeing Yang Ruqing, Bao Suyun stopped and placed the food box on the corridor railing. She then opened it and took out a plate of pastries.

"Well, you really guessed it this time?" Yang Ruqing asked in surprise.

Bao Suyun nodded: "Not only did we not receive it, but we also got scolded, saying that we were putting on a show of fake sympathy like cats crying over mice."

Yang Ruqing's mouth twitched.

She originally wanted to take the plate of osmanthus cakes, but then she changed her mind. She withdrew her hand and asked Bao Suyun with a smile, "Aunt Five, my grandmother's mouth is as sharp as a knife when she scolds people, and she always spits everywhere. This osmanthus cake..."

Bao Suyun was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

She took a piece and ate it herself, saying, "Don't worry, your mother didn't even touch this food. Your sister-in-law was the first to send the fish over, and it got knocked to the ground. My mother and I were so scared we didn't even take anything out."

Yang Ruqing let out a sigh of relief and took a piece of pastry, praising: "Auntie Wu, you and my mother are both getting more clever now!"

Bao Suyun sighed helplessly and smiled wryly: “Having gone through so much, one has to learn to be more discerning. Alright, Qing'er, please accept these pastries. I have to go back now, Mianmian is alone at home embroidering.”

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Yang Ruqing didn't stay, only stuffing a sprig of magnolia branches scented with osmanthus into Wu Shu's hand. "Fifth Aunt, this is just freshly picked, it smells so good, please take it back and put it in a vase."

Once it is dried, it can be used to make pastries and wine lees, killing two birds with one stone.

Bao Suyun happily took the gui branch home.

It's dinner time.

After riding horses all afternoon, the little camel who had been playing wild with his father and brothers saw the pink steamed meat and osmanthus cakes on the table, he was so happy.

Yang Ruqing gave each of the two children a piece of steamed pork. Seeing Luo Bao eat it hungrily, she smiled and said, "You like eating this, tomorrow I'll also make steamed pork for us to eat."

Luo Baobei said, "Mother, I want braised pork ribs again, the kind with ribs as thin as little fingers."

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Yang Ruqing smiled: "That's ribs. Alright, tomorrow morning I'll have your father buy them."

Luò Fēng Táng nodded readily.

>It's time for Lao Wang's family to have dinner.

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The Eight Immortals' Table was divided into four sides. Excluding the two twins who were studying at the town academy, Wang Hongquan, Wang Shuanzi, Yang Huamei, and Tan each sat at one side.

　　Tan's eyes couldn't see, but his nose was extremely sensitive.

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The dishes were laid out on the table, and she immediately smelled the aroma of stewed chicken.

Tán wasn't originally a gluttonous old lady, but she was tempted by the snacks brought to her in the afternoon by Sūn, Bào Sùyún, and Liào Méiyīng.

At that time, her anger hadn't subsided. She felt like she had lost by eating the food they had brought, so she not only refused to eat it but also swept Liao Meiying's bowl of steamed fish onto the ground.

Later that whole afternoon, she smelled the lingering aroma of steamed fish in the house, as if an invisible hand was teasing her. Now it was time for dinner, and she felt hungrier than she had in years.

"Meili, your mother-in-law has poor eyesight, would you please help her pick up some food?" said Wang Shuanzi, the son-in-law.

Yang Huamei hummed in response, and as soon as she raised her hand, she accidentally knocked over the candle next to her. The living room was instantly plunged into darkness.

“Oh dear, I'm so clumsy! I'll just go get the fire starter. You all stay put and don't move around!” Yang Huamei said.

"I'll go."

"No."

"I'll go with Zhuanzi..."

"I'll go instead!"

Several voices rose from around the table, followed by two stools being pulled back. The sound of hurried footsteps then came from the main room towards the kitchen area.

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For Tan, who was long accustomed to darkness, whether or not the light was on made no difference to her.

She carefully discerned sounds and directions in the darkness. Waiting until the footsteps moved away from the main hall, she quickly made a judgment: Wang Hongquan and his son Wang Shuanzi had gone to the kitchen for fire starters. This left only her and Yang Huamei, mother and daughter, at the table in the main hall. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Tan leaned closer to Yang Huamei and whispered, "Mei'er, when you serve me dishes later, don't scoop too much soup. Just give me a big chicken leg, and take another one for yourself. If you don't eat it, it will end up in the mouths of Wang's father and son. That would be a loss! Remember that?"

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