Yang Ruqing tugged at the corner of her mouth and carried a lunchbox into Yang Huaming and Xiaojuan's room next door.

In the room, Xiaojuan and Tie Dan were both gone. Yang Huaming leaned against the bed, pulling a bitter face, with a cotton ball in each ear.

"Yo, Fourth Uncle, you're awake?" Yang Ruqing greeted with a smile.

Seeing Yang Ruqing come in, Yang Huaming quickly pulled the cotton ball out of his ear and said with a mournful face: "I really couldn't sleep. Today your mother scolded me from morning till noon, it was unbearable."

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow, "This is my nanny's skill. She can scold for three days and three nights, write a book of insults that future generations would read with reverence!"

Yang Huaming knew she was teasing him, and he laughed.

"Uncle Four, my mother made pig liver soup for you and asked me to bring it. She originally wanted to come herself, but I stopped her. As for the reason, you should understand." She said, scooping a bowl out and placing a spoon in it. Then she brought it to his bedside.

Yang Huaming repeatedly said, "I understand, of course I understand. When you go back, tell your parents that it was me who said it, and ask them not to come to the old house for the next few days. Your grandparents are now filled with anger and can't find anyone to vent it to!"

Yang Ruqing curled her lips, “Come, have a few sips. There's still some in the lunch box. When Tie Dan comes back, he'll have his share too.”

Yang Huaming reached out to take it, smiling and thanking her. "Your mother is so kind, I won't be polite!"

He sat there drinking soup and eating pig liver.

From next door, Mrs. Tan's scolding could be heard again, not naming names, but anyone could tell she was cursing Yang Ruoqing.

“One chicken crow at a time, my goodness, does she think she's a rooster?” Yang Ruqing said with a laugh.

Yang Huaming almost choked and couldn't help but raise his head to look at Yang Ruqing: "Qing'er, you're not angry?"

Yang Ruqing shook her head: "Even if she scolded me to death, I wouldn't lose a bit of flesh. On the contrary, the more she scolded, the angrier she became, and it was my mother who suffered."

Yang Huaming, from the Ming dynasty, Yang Ruoqing stood up a thumb: "Impressive, your mother met you, it was truly meeting a nemesis."

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Yang Ruqing scoffed, "I've never considered her a rival."

Yang Huaming's mouth twitched. He realized that the person next door had been cursing for half a day, putting in all his effort, while the one in front of him didn't even look at his opponent?

Oh my, this is truly a high level of attainment.

“Qing’er is well-mannered!” Yang Huaming thought for a long time before coming up with this word to compliment her.

Yang Ruqing smiled again, "Fourth Uncle, you flatter me. I'm not that cultured. I just don't like to waste words arguing. I only discuss the facts."

Closing your eyes and ranting won't solve anything, it just makes you seem like you have a screw loose.

"By the way, what were they doing over there just now, all that banging and crashing?" Yang Huaming took a sip of soup and asked.

Yang Ruqing said, "My grandfather had my cousin come over to repair the door to the east room. Wasn't it broken by me yesterday?"

Yang Huaming: "…"

His open admission and willingness to take responsibility impressed his niece even more.

"The problem is, can your cousin fix it?" Yang Huaming asked again.

Yang Ruqing shook her head: "He can't fix anything, for heaven's sake! I saw him fiddling around for a while and even got it backwards. He ended up getting scolded by my grandpa something awful. It seems like he hasn't fixed it yet."

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Yang Huaming said, "That's right. Repairing doors is a technical job, you need to find a carpenter who specializes in this. Oh, yes, Yongzhi is a carpenter. Repairing doors is child's play for him."

"My third older brother is indeed knowledgeable," Yang Ruqing nodded. "But the problem is, this dish of side dishes has already been cooked by my grandmother to run away to her elder brother-in-law's place, and it is estimated that she will not be back for ten and a half months."

If Old Yang and Madam Tan are willing to wait, then let them wait. Sleep with the doors open for ten days or half a month, by that time, this summer's last wave of autumn mosquitoes and insects will all crawl into the east room! It'll be a party!

Yang Huaming naturally understood why Yang Yongzhi wouldn't go home. Because when Tan slapped Zhao Liuer in the face and threatened to fire her, he was there watching, listening, and shocked...

"Yongzhi, being a daughter-in-law, understands the troubles that come with returning home. She decided to go out and avoid them for a while. That way, everyone can calm down."

Yang Huaming said, if Xiao Juan had a family and they lived nearby, he would be happy to take Xiao Juan and Tie Dan out to find some peace and quiet.

Staying home would leave him with a hole in his head...

Yang Ruqing didn't stay with Yang Huaming for long. She sat for a while and then left.

Mrs. Sun collected some osmanthus flowers and, along with glutinous rice flour and white sesame paste honey, made soft, glutinous and fragrant osmanthus sweet dumplings.

Then he killed another chicken, the plump hen was cut in half. Half of it was stewed with goji berries in a clay pot, kept warm by the stove, to be sent to Yang Huaming tomorrow.

The other half chicken, after over an hour of fire-cooking, was made into a plate of chestnut-braised chicken.

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Yang Ruqing and Luo Fengtang were having dinner at their parents' house with their two children.

After dinner, the baby was playing with Feng'er in the yard, teasing Teddy. Chen'er smiled and watched from the side, keeping watch.

In the main hall, the dishes on the Eight Immortals table were still there. Mrs. Sun had brewed some tea after dinner to remove the greasy feeling, and everyone gathered around the table chatting.

Yang Huazhong and Sun went to inquire about the situation at the old house, regarding Yang Huaming, Old Yangtou, and Tan.

Mrs. Sun looked apologetic, "I truly didn't know. I haven't dared to go back to the old house these past two days. Qing'er sent me the pig liver soup."

Yang Ruqing sipped her tea and said to Yang Huazhong, "Father, it was me who prevented my mother from going. These two days are at the height of the storm. If I went every day, my mother would criticize me indirectly. Every time I go to Fourth Uncle's place, I dare not stay for more than a cup of tea before leaving. Even after leaving, she still scolds me. Not only my mother, even if you, Father, went, you would be scolded."

Yang Huazhong's brows furrowed.

Luo Fengtang said: “Since your mother has so much energy to scold you, from when you arrived until you leave, it shows that your mother's health should be pretty good.”

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow, “That’s a lot of scolding. My fourth uncle told me she yells all day long. He wants to take a nap but even his ears would need cotton balls stuffed in them.”

Luo Fengtang smiled and looked towards Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong wryly smiled and said, "Even now, you're still relentless, never knowing how to reflect on yourself..."

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The man shook his head, a look of helplessness on his face.

"Tang YaZi, can you fix a door?" Yang RuQing suddenly asked Luo FengTang in front of everyone.

Touching eyes with his own daughter-in-law, Luò Fēng Táng immediately understood how to play along.

“I know a little, but I’m not an expert. What do you mean? Are you asking me to help Grandma fix the door to the east room?” he asked.

Yang Ruqing nodded, "Yeah, I went to deliver soup today and saw my grandfather holding my little cousin there fixing it. My little cousin didn't know how at all, he even got the door backwards. If you know how to fix it, why not go take a look? After all, that door was broken by me, so I should help fix it, right?"

Luo Fengtang nodded, "I'll go right now…"

He pretended to get up, but Yang Huazhong called out, "Don't go!"

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