The Fierce Farm Girl Has A Secret Space

38: Chapter 38: Dinner_1

38 -38: Dinner_1

In the main hall.

Everyone was also discussing the affairs of the eldest branch of the Yang Family, especially stumped by Yang Ruxin’s actions that day.

Yang Baichuan was particularly suffocated by anger because right before Yang Ruxin had entered the house, she had shouted at him, “From now on, whatever second uncle says is bullsh*t,” leaving him deeply irritated.

However, in the end, no one could figure out what was going on.

They all thought that girl might have fallen and was acting abnormally, assuming she would get better in a few days.

No one would have guessed that the original Yang Dani was no longer around and had been replaced by a soul from a thousand years in the future.

Of course, even if someone had spoken up about this, nobody would have believed it.

Unable to come to any conclusion, they stopped discussing the matter.

After all, the eldest household was now no more than a servant’s presence in the family.

When everyone was gathered, it was time for dinner.

In the west wing room, Sanni peeked out at the main house: “It’s dinner time, but grandma and grandpa haven’t come to call us.”

“If they don’t call, we’ll go ourselves,” Yang Ruxin scoffed with a cold laugh, “Sanni, do you dare to go with me to the main house to get food?

There’s likely to be a rich dinner, and I can’t carry much by myself.”

Yang Sanni swallowed her saliva: “What’s there to be afraid of?”

“Take the clay pot and grab that bowl too, let’s get to work.” Yang Ruxin smiled and took the lead out of the west wing.

“Sanni, big sister, she…” Erni said, pulling on Sanni with some concern.

“It’s already come to this, let’s make a fuss if we have to.

I don’t want to go hungry,” Yang Sanni declared, and then grabbed the clay pot with one hand and the large bowl with the other, following behind.

In the main hall, two Eight Immortals tables were set up, one for the men and one for the women.

Even a jar of osmanthus wine had been opened on the men’s table.

Dinner was even more sumptuous.

There was not only pork belly stewed with potatoes and green beans, braised eggplant, but also steamed salted fish, a large dish of pickled vegetables, and a large plate of eggs fried with green onions.

Those eggs were the ones Guan Tongshi had sent over.

When they saw her come in, everyone was stunned for a moment, their expressions varying.

“Dani, quickly call your sisters-in-law to come and eat,” Yang Baixiang was the first to rise.

He had been about to call his elder sister-in-law and the others, but his mother had stopped him.

“Grandma, grandpa, are you eating?” Yang Ruxin said with a smile on her face.

Yang Peili was somewhat embarrassed.

He had completely forgotten that there were people in the eldest household when it was time to eat.

“What are you here for?” Yang Anshi didn’t care about those niceties and glared with her sharp, triangular eyes.

“Grandma, what kind of question is that?

Of course, I’m here to get food,” Yang Ruxin chuckled.

“We haven’t split the household, right?

Are you saying we’re not part of the Yang Family?

Can’t we eat?”

“You haven’t done anything all day, even wasted so many copper coins, what do you want to eat…” Yang Anshi’s voice suddenly rose, her shrill tone piercing.

“Grandma, how can you say such unfair things?

Which household chores aren’t done by us?

Do I need to spell it out again?

Who’s taken care of the two pigs and those seven or eight chickens in the backyard?” Yang Ruxin huffed coldly.

“No one’s fed them, so they just grew up eating air?”

“I’m the one who swept the yard…” Little Sanni suddenly added, “And the clothes hanging in the backyard belonging to grandma and grandpa, and second uncle and aunt, those were washed by my mom too…”

“That’s right, and remember those more than twenty mu of wheat fields?

We must have harvested at least seven or eight mu, right?

Aren’t these considered work?” Yang Ruxin remained smiling.

Yang Anshi was instantly choked, her face turning red with frustration.

“If we’re talking about doing nothing…” Yang Ruxin’s gaze landed on Feng Caie’s face, “Auntie certainly spent a few days cracking sunflower seeds.

The shells from this afternoon’s session are still in the yard…”