Qin Yao was not annoyed because she knew the old man was not talking about her.

I followed his words and asked curiously: "Sir, who is the madman?"

In fact, Qin Yao wanted to ask, are you talking about the Holy Queen or Her Royal Highness the Princess?

But then I thought, how could a country woman like me know these people, and I couldn't dare to speculate about these noble people, so I didn't ask.

Gong Liangliao suddenly said, "I feel a little hungry."

Well, that was a really abrupt change of subject.

Qin Yao didn't ask any more questions, so she nodded, pushed him back home, and asked Awang to prepare dinner.

There were many people eating tonight, so after waking up Liu Ji to take care of Gong Liangliao, Qin Yao went into the kitchen to help.

Today Liu Zhong went to pick up the children from school, so Awang was able to stay at home.

Ever since Jinhua went to school, Liu Zhong and Awang began to take turns picking up and dropping off the child.

After all, she is the only daughter in the family, so Liu Zhong, as an old father, always has to worry more about her.

When Jinhua first went to school, Liu Zhong was either worried that his daughter would be bullied, or worried that she was too stupid to learn and would be spanked by the teacher.

Finally, I couldn't bear it anymore and just took turns with Awang to pick me up.

If there is a lot of work at the factory, Awang will go there. If the factory is not so busy, Liu Zhong will go there personally twice a day, morning and evening.

With Liu Zhong joining, Awang can relax a lot. He now grows seasonal vegetables in the vegetable garden that he had never had time to plant. The garden is lush and green, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Ever since Awang came to their home, Qin Yao's family basically no longer needs to buy vegetables from other villagers in the village, which saves a small amount of expenses.

There are a lot of people eating today, so Awang doesn’t plan to make anything too elaborate.

I cooked a pot of white porridge and made two large trays of steamed buns.

The side dish is a big hodgepodge of meat, vegetables, tofu, and sausage. Put all the ingredients into the pot and stir-fry over high heat until they are half cooked. Then add a few ladles of bone soup stewed in the morning, cover the pot and simmer for a quarter of an hour.

Finally, open the lid and pour in the blended sauce to enhance the flavor, then sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions. The aroma is so fragrant that everyone in the yard swallows their saliva.

The children had returned from school, and Qin Yao led them to set up the tables, chairs, and dishes.

Awang brought the thick white porridge and soft, white and plump steamed buns to the table, along with a large plate of appetizer pickles.

Big pots of food were then served, one in the yard and one in the house.

As soon as Gong Liangliao started to eat, the whole yard was filled with the sound of chewing.

The big pot of dishes with all kinds of dishes goes well with rice whether it is served with porridge or steamed buns.

Gong Liangliao had been eating exquisitely presented dishes at the He family for three months. What he missed most now was the hot farm meals fresh from the oven at Qin Yao's house.

Both the porridge and steamed buns are soft and easy to eat. The hodgepodge of side dishes also takes into account the good appetite of young people. This simple meal is enjoyable for both young and old.

He then had a glass of wine with his third son and played with his identical twin boy and girl. He felt as happy as a god!

Sanlang had just been given half a sip of wine by Gong Liangliao. Unlike Si Niang, the silly boy didn't know how to run away, but curiously came over to take a sip. Now he was choked and was running around the room, tears streaming down his face.

Liu Ji and Gong Liangliao laughed out loud, but they did not dare to act recklessly because Qin Yao was present. Seeing the child's red face, they quickly asked Dalang to get him some cold soup.

Dalang glared at his father unhappily, then got up and took his younger brother to the kitchen to find some leftover cold soup from the morning to relieve the pungent smell of the alcohol.

When he returned to the dinner table, Sanlang hid far away from his father and master.

Liu Ji coaxed his son for three days and drew a big pancake with a hundred candied haws on it before his son reconciled with him.

After the meal, Liu Ji accompanied Gong Liangliao to the Lotus Courtyard.

Gong Liangliao felt so refreshed when he entered the Lotus Courtyard, like a fish entering water.

He ordered the servants to boil two large pots of hot water and took a good bath in the bathroom designed specifically for him. However, he still felt unsatisfied, so he pointed mysteriously at the wooden box under the bed towards Liu Ji.

The master and the apprentice had a tacit understanding. Liu Ji's eyes lit up and he immediately crawled under the bed to pull out the wooden box that had been there for several months.

When he opened it, he saw five small jars of fine wine, which could be smelled even before they were opened, lying in the box waiting for him to taste them.

Afraid of getting beaten if he got home after drinking too much, Liu Ji only took out a small jar, emptied the teapot on the table, poured the wine into it, picked up the teapot, picked up two teacups, and happily entered the bath.

Without the He family's concerns and Qi Xiangguan's absence, the master and disciple completely let go, taking a bath, drinking and bragging.

Gong Liangliao seemed to want to vent all the frustration and restraint he had felt in the He family for three months. He drank three cups in a row, burped with satisfaction, and became very excited, writing a free and easy poem.

Liu Ji raised his wine glass and looked at the happy old man with broken legs in front of him in shock, feeling admiration from the bottom of his heart.

Even though his life was so miserable, he could still be so cheerful. As a mortal, he admitted that he did not have such a broad mind.

But if one day he becomes successful and then falls at the peak, he will definitely think of this scene.

Perhaps, I have the determination to make a comeback.

Liu Ji stayed in Lianyuan until very late before going home.

At this time, the children had fallen asleep, and Qin Yao and Awang had finished the housework left over from the meal for so many people and went back to their rooms.

However, Qin Yao still heard the sound of the courtyard door opening.

The door of the master bedroom was half open. Qin Yao stood at the door and looked at Liu Ji who was furtively heating up cold food in the kitchen. She asked in confusion:

"What took you so long?"

Liu Ji didn't notice her at all. This sudden question made him, who was guilty as a thief, so scared that his hands shook and he almost dropped the cold rice he was about to heat up onto the stove.

After quickly steadying the bowl in his hand, Liu Ji turned around and saw Qin Yao standing at the bedroom door, looking at him in confusion.

Liu Ji breathed a sigh of relief. She shouldn't be able to smell the alcohol on him at such a distance.

"The teacher wanted to take a bath, but I was worried about other people taking care of her, so I delayed her for a while." Liu Ji explained seriously.

At this time, Qin Yao's nose twitched a few times.

Liu Ji quickly stepped forward and closed the kitchen door, explaining, "I'm a little hungry, so I heated up some midnight snacks and went back to my room to sleep. I didn't expect to disturb your rest. I'll close the door now. Be careful, and go back and continue to rest."

Qin Yao glanced at him suspiciously. Most of her body was hidden behind the kitchen door and could not be seen clearly. In addition, the candlelight in the kitchen was dim, so Qin Yao did not see Liu Ji's red face.

But the wine that Gong Liangliao stored was good wine after all, with a strong aroma. Qin Yao could not help but smell a few wisps of the aroma drifting in the wind.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and under Liu Ji's nervous gaze, she turned around, closed the door, and fell asleep.

Seeing the candle in her room go out, Liu Ji, who was behind the kitchen door, wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps out of guilty conscience, or perhaps it was his few remaining moments of conscience that got to him, but Liu Ji got up early the next day and wrote down the poem "Xiao Yao" that his teacher had composer compose the night before when he was drunk.

I plan to put it at the entrance of the village to make a contribution to the tourism reform of Liujia Village that Qin Yao has been dreaming of.