"Shut up if you don't know how to speak. Why are you mumbling endlessly?"

Blacksmith Luo became impatient, scolded Luo Daye, picked up the joss paper and returned to his room.

In the kitchen.

With the concerted efforts of the two mothers, all the dumplings were made in an hour.

The raw dumplings are placed one by one on two large bamboo sieves on the side, like a curved boat.

There is also a touch of white wheat flour sprinkled on the edge.

Mrs. Sun rubbed her sore arm and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Let's cook the dumplings later and deliver them to everyone before lunch."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, started to ladle water into the small pot, covered the pot and boiled it.

When the water boiled, she scooped several bowls of raw dumplings into the pot and continued cooking.

A tall figure stooped into the kitchen.

"Third Aunt, Qing'er"

Yang Ruoqing turned around.

Seeing it was Luo Fengtang, she pursed her lips and smiled.

"Tangyaozi, you came just in time."

"My family is cooking dumplings. You can take two bowls back later to save me a trip," she said.

Luo Fengtang nodded when he heard this and took out the bulging twine bag behind him.

"what is this"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang said, "Today is the winter solstice. The winter solstice is as big as the New Year. I will give my uncle and aunt some food to celebrate the festival."

As he spoke, he leaned over and took something out of the twine bag.

Mrs. Sun ran over from the kitchen door.

Mother and daughter looked at what Luo Fengtang took out.

They were a roasted pheasant and a roasted hare.
Chapter completed!