Siheyuan: Banggeng and I are classmates

It was not until the evening that Li Muhua was dragged to the side room by Yang Liu. She was away from the four loud voices and her ears were instantly relieved.

Pointing at the stove in front, Yang Liu instructed, "Go light the fire, boilerman!"

Seeing that she had a grudge against cooking and lighting a fire, Li Muhua walked towards the stove and said, "I've let it go, so you can let it go too."

"I can't let it go!" Yang Liu said angrily, "If we switched places, would you be able to let it go?"

No matter how he answered this question, he would be doomed. Li Muhua could only mutter, "It's fate. You can't keep this in your heart for the rest of your life, right?"

"The deeper the love, the deeper the hatred." Yang Liu muttered, "I was just saying it, I didn't really blame you."

"I told you back then, if you had chosen me, I might not have been happy!"

Li Muhua lit the stove and said helplessly: "Women's minds are too hard to guess, just do as you wish!"

"Oh!" Yang Liu asked back, "Who else is hard to guess?"

Li Muhua looked up and said helplessly: "My sister, my sister is enough!"

Hearing what he said, Yang Liu smiled.

"Look how scared you are. Am I a jealous person?"

"Dong Shuwan is so close to you, and I haven't said anything!"

"Ho~"

Li Muhua boasted: "That's because I am trustworthy, but you should also do more work on her in the future and persuade her to find a partner in school."

“After graduation and entering the workplace, relationships become complicated!”

"Yes!" Yang Liu nodded and agreed, "I'll try my best, but if she's not willing, I can't force her to find a partner."

Li Muhua nodded without saying anything. She stood up and looked at Yang Liu who was busy in front of the stove and said, "Perfect, what are you going to cook?"

"It depends on their tastes. Uncle Wang is from Wancheng, so he has braised pork with mountain flour balls and steamed pork with rice flour. Uncle Qian is from Luling, so he makes stir-fried meat. Uncle Sun is from Gongcheng, so I can also make fried chicken. That's four dishes."

"There's also vinegar blood duck, steamed hilsa, and two vegetarian dishes of peanuts to complete the meal!"

Yang Liu spoke of it in detail, and finally looked up at Li Muhua and said, "It's not as good as your chef Li's cooking. Just eat it and don't find fault with it!"

Li Muhua shook his head and said, "Northern cuisine is not good enough. The only good one is Shandong cuisine."

"You are so good at cooking in the south, and you can make all kinds of their favorite hometown dishes. It's really a great skill. No wonder they all want you to be their daughter-in-law!"

Li Muhua praised her in a hypocritical manner.

Seeing that Li Muhua's words were also thorny, Yang Liu had to explain: "When I was a child, I was often taken care of by their family. Later, I didn't have any hobbies. I was the one who cooked at home, so I learned how to cook!"

"Because of the daughter-in-law incident, I didn't like to go to their house much after I was 16 or 17 years old. But they often came to drink with my dad, and after a while, I learned the skill!"

The bitterness revealed in these two short and calm sentences is enough to make a pot of vinegar.

Given Yang's father's military position, it was common for him to be away from home for ten days or half a month. Li Muhua could imagine the hardships Yang Liu had gone through in her childhood, so it was no wonder that Yang's father waited until Yang Liu was thirteen years old to take her in.

With her mother's experience in the past and her own suffering in the future, this was the case when nothing happened to Yang's father.

No wonder she was so opposed to him joining the army, Li Muhua thought.

"It will be fine in the future. Just look at the way my mom and sister treat you—" Li Muhua said with a smile: "It will be difficult for you to cook in the future!"

Giving Bai Limuhua a displeased look, Yang Liu said, "This can be considered a hobby. It's not like I hate cooking. Do I have to bully your mom and sister all day long?"

"Okay, then I'll let you cook all the meals at home from now on. I'll tell my mom and sister when I get back!" Li Muhua agreed without hesitation.

Yang Liu raised the spatula and pretended to hit it, so Li Muhua retreated back to the pot hole.

Soon the aroma of food wafted out of the kitchen. Wang Lianhu in the room took a long breath and said to Yang's father, "After going back to college for a year, your daughter's cooking skills have deteriorated a lot!"

Sun Fuqiang, who was sitting opposite him, said: "It's good to retreat. It means she doesn't have to cook in the city, which is a good thing!"

"Hey, Old Sun, what you said does make sense." Wang Lianhu nodded in agreement and said, "Old Sun, you are really smart. You can even point out the decline of craftsmanship."

Sun Fuqiang didn't respond to this, but whispered: "I think Mu Hua is a smart guy. He is a college student who just came back from the city after working in the production team. He can say a few words about anything we talk about, and his words are flawless and full of flattery."

"He was able to write "Drawing Sword" at the age of thirteen. The people in the story are more cunning than each other. Li Muhua must be more cunning than them all combined. His honesty must be fake, and his words are even more unreliable."

"If we want to hear the truth, we can only force him to drink until he spits out the truth. The quality of a drink is like the quality of a person. What do you think?"

"I think it's OK!" Wang Lianhu agreed immediately and said, "It's true that the quality of a drink reflects the quality of a person!"

Qian Changgeng nodded and thought what Sun Fuqiang said made sense, but seeing that Yang's father didn't open his mouth, he shouted again: "Old Sun, stop trying to please Yang Dapao. This is the new son-in-law. How can he bear to force him to drink with the appearance of a weak scholar?"

The three of them looked at Father Yang.

Father Yang originally intended to force him to drink, but with the three of them around, he didn't want to do it anymore. It would be really embarrassing if he made a fool of himself.

But being put here, the questioning was just a formality, so Yang's father had no choice but to nod and agree.

But he still said, "Yang Liu said he can't drink, not even a drop of alcohol, so you guys should hold back a little and don't use the army tactics against him."

Seeing that Yang's father agreed, Sun Fuqiang smiled and said, "Don't worry, we want to hear him tell the truth, not to get him drunk until he passes out."

"He doesn't drink at all, so can he drink?" Wang Lianhu asked.

"Haha~~" Sun Fuqiang glanced at Father Yang and said, "His future father-in-law is sitting here. Whether he drinks or not is up to Old Yang to decide!"

"That's right!" Wang Lianhu nodded in agreement, and the deal was finalized.

After a while, two people brought the dishes to the table and sat around it.

There was also a large wine jar on the table, about 20 centimeters high. Li Muhua had no doubt that its round belly could hold 20 to 30 kilograms of wine.

There are only six people here including Yang Liu, and this huge wine jar is really scary.

A glass wine glass almost as big as a teacup was placed in front of him. Li Muhua looked at Yang Liu tentatively, wanting to know what kind of wine was in it.

Sun Fuqiang smiled and said, "Don't worry, this is homemade rice wine from the local area. It's not too strong. Even people who can't drink can drink a few bowls of it. And even if you get drunk you won't have a headache the next day. Your father-in-law brought this wine out especially to take care of you."

Looking at the big wine jar and hearing what Sun Fuqiang said, Li Muhua felt relieved. He guessed that it was just beer.

After saying that, he uncorked the wine. Li Muhua stood up and took the wine spoon beside him and said, "I can drink a little too. I'll risk my life to accompany you today!"

After saying this, he held the cup in one hand and the wine spoon in the other and poured wine for Yang's father.

Sun Fuqiang sat down and said, "Okay, since you said you'd sacrifice your life to accompany a gentleman, then it seems that I can't stand and leave the table today, otherwise how can I have the nerve to say I'd sacrifice my life to accompany a gentleman?"

Before he even picked up the wine glass, Sun Fuqiang cut off Li Muhua's retreat.

"Uncle Sun is so generous. In your mouth, the local Maotai and local wine are just rice wine with low alcohol content!" Yang Liu praised Sun Fuqiang with a smile, but in fact she was secretly giving Li Muhua a reminder.

Li Muhua couldn't help but feel panicked when he heard this. Local Moutai, local cannon - the names sound scary, and the wine glass is so big.

But the harsh words had already been said, so Li Muhua had no choice but to say, "It's fine to sacrifice my life for you, but I seldom drink, so it's OK if you don't laugh at me!"

As they were talking, everyone had wine in their glasses, except Yang Liu.