There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

Chapter 57 Identity is not suitable

Yang Pinxiang's eyes were bright and she hurriedly ran to prepare the ingredients.

At this moment, the elders of the Yang family had already negotiated the separation of the family and were walking back from the front yard one after another.

Yang Songlan pulled her aside and whispered:
"Mom wants to buy a dyeing workshop. It's in the west of the city. Mom will go there tomorrow to check on the situation. Will you go?"

"I happen to be setting up a stall in the West Market tomorrow, so I'll drop by."

"Alright."

Yang Songlan smiled with crooked eyes. She originally planned to take Song Rutang to the dyeing workshop, but she also had arrangements, but in the end she was still a little worried:

"Look for Pinyan to accompany you tomorrow. She was still looking for you just now."

Song Rutang nodded in agreement.

After Yang Songlan finished her instructions, she was about to go to the government to go through the formalities of taking over the dyeing workshop, when she saw Yang Mingda walking this way carrying a baggage.

Feeling alert, Yang Songlan immediately stood in front of Song Rutang and whispered to Yang Mingda:
"Second brother."

Yang Mingda paused.

He stared at Yang Songlan in silence for a long time, clenched his fists, and finally turned around and left.

Yang Songlan breathed a sigh of relief.

There was already a thin layer of sweat on the palms of my hands.

Looking at the look in her second brother's eyes just now, she really felt that his second brother would fight with her over the child.

Looking back at Song Rutang, her eyes were full of vigilance. Yang Songlan sighed softly:

"Your second uncle is actually..."

It seemed that she wanted to persuade her, but as Yang Songlan spoke, she felt that she had gone too far, and she laughed again:
"Well, just because we had a good relationship with the previous generation, we can't let you accept your second uncle's mistakes. Mom almost made a mistake again and made me, Tang Bao, feel wronged."

After hearing this, Song Rutang smiled with crooked eyebrows:

"Mom is so nice. I like my mother now."

After hearing this, Yang Songlan's face turned red.

"Mom also likes Tang Bao."

Yang Songlan always felt shy after replying nonchalantly, so she quickly found an excuse and left.

At this time, Yang Pinxiang had already found the ingredients and came to Song Rutang with a large basin of cooked noodles.

Looking at Yang Mingda who had not gone far, Yang Pinxiang's eyes dimmed:

"Dad doesn't want me anymore, he didn't even say the last words to me."

"It's still too late to chase him now."

Song Rutang thought she wanted to say a few words to Yang Mingda, but he didn't want to hear her disappointed words:
"Now I understand why my grandmother asked me to learn more knowledge. Without my grandmother, I'm afraid I would have to be dependent on others like my sister."

Yang Pinxiang kneaded her face skillfully and turned to look at Song Rutang:
"Now that the family is divided, it stands to reason that the younger generation can get something. Grandma gave me a clothing store. Sister Tang, why don't you go find grandma?"

Song Rutang looked at Yang Pinxiang with burning eyes, poured the eggs into the bowl and stirred them up, while shaking his head:
"My identity doesn't quite fit."

"Why is it inappropriate? We all have the blood of the Yang family. In the eyes of grandma, granddaughters and granddaughters are the same. Why should Sister Tang belittle herself?"

Song Rutang thought about Mrs. Yang coming to tell her about setting up a stall in the West Market in the morning, and thinking that maybe Mrs. Yang also wanted her to gain more experience, she smiled and said:

"I haven't learned those before. My grandmother also wanted me to practice more and rented a stall in the Western Market for me." "That's fine. If Sister Tang hadn't been exposed to these, she would definitely be confused at first contact. , it’s better to practice for a while in advance.”

Two people knead the dough and eggs together and set them aside.

Yang Pinxiang washed the green onions she found, and cut them into sections along with Song Rutang, and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid I will have to trouble Sister Tang more in the future. I don't know how to cook. Grandma told me to learn more. After a while, I will go out on my own to practice. Then I won't be able to go to restaurants by myself every day."

Song Rutang laughed after hearing this.

This child is just like me in modern times. He has never learned to cook since he was a child. He didn't learn how to cook until he was about to go out and start his own business.

With some nostalgia for modern times in her heart, Song Rutang tried her best to suppress the discomfort, thinking that this was a good thing.

After all, what she taught Yang Pinxiang was equivalent to teaching a recipe. In the future, when Yang Pinxiang cooks, she will still get praise.

In the morning, she also received a notification from the system, saying that the inn where she stayed had made a total of [-] Yangchun noodles, and [-] points had been distributed to her account.

Although she doesn't make as much as she did when she did it herself, it's still extra money, so naturally it's not too much.

The two of them talked intermittently. It didn't take long for the dough to wake up. Song Rutang took the dough, rolled it out with a rolling pin, and brushed it with flour.

"After it's cooked, you can eat it whether it's hot or cold, and it's filling. It's not troublesome. When you live alone in the future, you can also cook more and eat more meals, so that you don't have to cook every meal. .”

Sprinkled with minced chives, the dough was already slightly sticky. Song Rutang took some dry flour and sprinkled it on, rolled up the dough, cut it into sections with a knife, took out one piece and pinched both ends.

"This way there will be no oil leakage."

Seeing Yang Pinxiang's curiosity, Song Rutang explained, gave her a few pieces to learn how to make, then kneaded the piece of dough in her hand into a round shape, pressed it with her palm, and the dough fell softly.

She kneaded most of it herself, and left the rest to Yang Pinxiang. She heated the oil in a pan, and when the oil temperature was right, she threw the pancakes into the pan.

When the dough comes into contact with the oil, it suddenly makes a sizzling sound. The white and soft dough is roasted by the oil and slowly turns to light yellow, and the outer skin becomes crispier and crispier.

"It smells good."

Yang Pinxiang took the remaining noodles over, sniffed, and couldn't help but praise.

"Is that all right?"

"Turn over and fry again."

Song Rutang took a spatula and turned the dough over, exposing the golden pastry on the bottom layer to the air.

After the frying was done, Song Rutang shoveled one into the bowl for Yang Pinxiang:
"Be careful because it's hot, blow on it and try again."

Yang Pinxiang looked at the pancake, carefully blew a few breaths, fanned it with her hands, opened her mouth and took a bite, the pancake went into her mouth, and then she exclaimed:
“Such a delicious green onion flavor.”

"There's no rush to eat later. Do you still want to send pancakes to your father and your brother?"

"Send them away. After all, I have never been close to them since I was a child. If I send them on their way this time, we will have nothing to do with them in the future."

Yang Pinxiang narrowed her eyes, her eyes filled with disappointment.

But he soon gave up his pessimism and said with a smile:
"Grandpa is also busy today, so I dropped by to deliver some to him. It is said that the refugees outside are now being placed as laborers in different places, and they can get some food by working, so they don't have to worry about starving to death."

I have heard about this Song Rutang, and it seems that I won't have to flee in the future, but my heart is still light, and if it doesn't rain for a day, I always feel uneasy.

"I hope the next county magistrate will be a good official."

The two of them fried for a long time, and a pot of pancakes came out. Yang Pinxiang packed the pancakes, took some and walked to the county government office.

(End of this chapter)