Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6573 The hornet's nest

Liu winked and said, "Yes, yes, don't you love maltose the most? Come, come, come and lick my ass!"

"Ouch~" Yang Huaming rolled his eyes and strode out of the room with his hands behind his back.

Liu Shi smiled triumphantly, got up and left.

In an instant, only Yang Huazhong, the Sun couple, and Yang Ruoqing were left in the main room.

Mrs. Sun picked up the broom and swept the floor, while Yang Ruoqing cleaned up the tea bowls on the table.

The leftover tea leaves from the personal tea bowls are poured into a small bucket and fed back to the pigs.

Yang Huazhong squatted at the door of the main room with a pipe in his hand, looking at the yard smoking, distracted.

At the table, Mrs. Tan was sitting there like an old Buddha, and in front of her was the hawthorn tea that Mrs. Sun made specially for Mrs. Tan to digest.

Mrs. Tan looks quite imposing, but she looks like a loner sitting on a dragon chair.

"Hey, I said what's going on with all of you? What's wrong?" Tan started talking to himself.

Sun raised her head and smiled softly at her, "Mother, there's nothing wrong."

Mrs. Tan tilted her head and looked at Mrs. Sun, with two sparse eyebrows, one high and the other low, still trembling.

"No, I just feel that the atmosphere is not quite right today. There must be something I'm hiding from my wife!" Tan said again.

Sun still smiled, shook her head lightly and turned around to continue sweeping the floor.

It wasn't that she was pretending to be cool, but that she didn't dare to keep looking at Tan Shi.

Even though she has two eyes and Tan has only one eye, the two eyes still can't hold back the power of that one eye.

"Grandma, what do you want to hear? Let me tell you!"

Yang Ruoqing walked over with the washed tea bowls, wiped them one by one and put them upside down on the clean and bright tea tray.

While she was working, she turned her head and smiled and winked at Mrs. Tan: "I know astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom, from major national affairs to minor things like the old hen at the Widow Zhou's house in the next village laying a double-yolk egg last night." It's all clear, tell me what you want to know, I'm sure you will be satisfied."

Tan curled her lips, with a look of disdain on her face, "Fatty, you're just fooling around, I don't want to be poor with you!"

"Don't tell me, grandma, let's chat for a few minutes, just for five cents." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

"Five cents? What the hell!" Mrs. Tan muttered, frowning.

Yang Ruoqing said again: "Let's talk about grandma. What delicious food did you eat at my aunt's house this afternoon?"

At first, Mrs. Tan sincerely resisted chatting with Yang Ruoqing. In the old lady's subconscious mind, she had already regarded Yang Ruoqing as her strongest opponent.

She doesn't need to use her brain when chatting with others, she can say whatever she wants to say, and the rhythm is completely in her own hands, no matter whether it is momentum or speech, she is absolutely crushed.

But talking to this granddaughter felt a little stressful. She needed to ponder in her head first, then organize the words in her throat, and finally speak out, otherwise it would be easy to fall into a trap.

Talking like this is a waste of time, so the old lady really resisted talking nonsense with Yang Ruoqing at first.

But damn it, the bait thrown by the dead fat girl immediately hit Tan's heart.

She ate a big meal and came home contentedly, hoping that the big guys would come and ask them, but unfortunately, before her butt was hot, these people ran away one by one as if they were avoiding the plague. In the end, it was this dead fat girl who was flattering me, don't you think it's strange?
"Not to mention, I was at your aunt's house this noon, and my mouth was full of fat and my belly was round, and the belching now still tastes like chicken soup!"

Mrs. Tan leaned there, rubbing her stomach with her hands and said with satisfaction.

Yang Ruoqing listened with a smile on her face, her job as a young actor at this moment was to be a good fan, mainly to listen.

Today is Wang Shuanzi's 36th birthday, as the mother-in-law, Tan naturally wants to represent Lao Yang's family and give gifts for dinner.

Yang Huamei killed a chicken and weighed a pair of pig's trotters.

Wang Shuanzi's elder sister and uncle all passed by, and the banquet was full.

Originally, they also came to invite other members of Lao Yang's family, but in this twelfth lunar month, every family has something to do, so they pushed Mrs. Tan to be the representative, and they could also take this opportunity to gather together for a family meeting, killing two birds with one stone.

"Before the dinner, your aunt brought me a bowl of chicken soup, and there was a chicken leg this big in it."

Tan raised two fingers and gestured.

At the beginning, the finger was gesticulating the size of a disposable paper cup. When Yang Ruoqing took a second look, the area that the finger gesticulated became the size of a vacuum thermos cup.

"Wow, that chicken leg is really big." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

"It's probably really that big!" Mrs. Tan narrowed her eyes and thought about it seriously, and then moved her finger out three inches.

Yang Ruoqing's forehead was covered with black lines.

The old hen in my aunt's house seems to have mutated, and the pork legs are not so thick.

Yang Ruoqing went on to laugh: "My aunt is Grandma's intimate padded jacket!"

Tan lowered her hands, and the creases on her face became proud, "It goes without saying, five sons can't stand up to one daughter."

Yang Ruoqing secretly glanced at Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun.

Yang Huazhong seemed to be really annoyed by Old Yang's mess, he looked up at the sky with a pipe in his mouth, his mind wandering.

And Mrs. Sun was obviously listening to the conversation between Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Tan the whole time, with a complicated expression on her face.

Mrs. Sun is also used to the old lady's way of doing things, and after shaking her head secretly, she returned to normal, and went on to sort out her work.

And here, Mrs. Tan went on to talk about the old Wang's dinner party today.

Don't look at her with only one eye, but nothing can escape her eyes, including how many relatives are here, who is sitting in which direction when the banquet is held, and so on.

"Did Dabai and Xiaohei come back?" After listening for a while, Mrs. Sun found that the two boys were not included in Mrs. Tan's words.

After Mrs. Sun asked this sentence, Yang Ruoqing thought something was wrong in her heart, but unfortunately she couldn't stop it anymore.

Sure enough, Tan's originally radiant old face was suddenly clouded with dark clouds, and there was no smile on his face, and there seemed to be a black storm brewing between the tightly knit brows, which might burst at any time.

Mrs. Sun froze for a moment, her face turned a little pale, and she stood there bewildered.

Even Yang Huazhong, who was wandering in the sky, felt the wind blowing in the room behind him, and his back felt a little chilly.

"Don't mention those two bastards, it will make people angry!" said Tan.

Tan still froze there, not daring to move, not to mention whether she should continue with this topic, she could only turn to Yang Ruoqing for help.

Yang Ruoqing sighed secretly, she could have bypassed this topic originally, because if the two boys behaved well, there was no need for everyone to ask, Aunt Meier would have taken the initiative to talk about it earlier.

But since the mother stabbed the hornet's nest, only she, the girl, came to take the stick in her hand.

"Grandma, what's the matter with the two of them? See if you're angry, tell me, and I'll help you vent your anger!"

(End of this chapter)