Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7977 Can't afford the title

Mentioning Hongmei, Yang Huamei's smile dimmed a bit.

"My daughter-in-law was not born by me, and secondly, she was not raised by me. When I was sick, she came to take care of me. It was because she was virtuous and filial. If she didn't come, I don't blame her."

"Mei'er, what you said is wrong. It's only natural for a daughter-in-law to take care of her mother-in-law. Take my bad mother-in-law relationship with your mother as an example. When your mother is sick, I have to take care of her!" Liu Said.

Yang Huamei smiled wryly, as a mother-in-law, she thought she was not as courageous as her mother.

"Besides, when she gave birth to Hongmei, you, a mother-in-law, took care of her confinement." Liu continued.

"People change their hearts. The mother-in-law took care of the confinement for the daughter-in-law and helped to take care of the grandson. Now that the mother-in-law is sick, it is right for a daughter-in-law to take care of the mother-in-law!"

Liu's words, like an invisible claw, tore open the wound in Yang Huamei's heart.

The thorns were scratching, and the vanity kept coming out.

Yang Huamei moved her body, wrapping her arms around her chest.

This action caught Yang Ruoqing's eyes, and she knew that her aunt would start a verbal counterattack next.

Because this posture is a defensive body language, Liu's words caused aunt's physical and psychological discomfort.

Yang Ruoqing took a sip of the tea in the bowl, and watched from the sidelines as the women exchanged words.

Yang Huamei said: "There are no outsiders here, and I don't hide it from my sister-in-law and Qing'er. In fact, Dabai came back and told me that Hongmei was anxious to come back when she heard that I was sick."

"But the child caught a cold last night, and Dabai was worried that the child's condition would worsen from drinking the cold wind on the road, so he didn't let the mother and child come back."

"Sister-in-law Si, the bowl of goji berry and red bean porridge you ate earlier was made from red plums."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Liu patted her leg and said, "Ah, so that's the case, so Hongmei is still very filial!"

Yang Huamei regained a little bit of face, but she knew that her words could not completely convince everyone.

But this porridge is indeed boiled by Hongmei, because that's what Dabai said.

"Filial piety? I can't see it. There are a lot of quarrels between our mother-in-law and daughter-in-law." Yang Huamei dismantled herself again.

"It doesn't matter whether you are in a hurry to come back to wait for the illness, or cook porridge for me, it's all because of Dabai!"

"If it wasn't for Dabai's pressure, she wouldn't have such a good intention, hum!" Yang Huamei turned her face away with a look of anger.

Yang Ruoqing continued to drink tea, using the tea bowl to cover the smile on the corner of her mouth.

What my aunt said is that she is a proper writer, majoring in Versailles.

When Liu heard this, her smile became weird.

"Mei'er, if you say it like this, you can have fun secretly. It's clear and courageous. If a son can hold back his wife, you are a decent mother-in-law!"

Yang Huamei raised her hand and stroked her hair at the temples, with a look of embarrassment.

Women chatting together, this state of mind is the most strange, both positive and negative.

If Yang Huamei cried and complained that her son and daughter-in-law were not filial, the audience would help comfort her, and even help to dig out a little bit of the advantages of the unfilial son and daughter-in-law to comfort her.

But when Yang Huamei talked about her son's filial piety and courage, the audience would start to criticize and suppress Yang Huamei's embarrassment.

No, Liu began to say again: "But having said that, no matter how filial a son is, he still needs to have a good wife. After all, there are differences between men and women. It is more convenient for a wife to take care of some things."

Yang Huamei could see Liu's intentions, she twitched the corner of her mouth and said: "Twisted melons are not sweet, what I want to recover from illness is a good mood, if Hongmei wanders around me with a bitter face, I'd rather not see it. "

Yang Ruoqing also said: "That's true, besides, my aunt's situation is not at the point where I need someone to take shit and pee."

Yang Ruoqing finished her observation from the sidelines, and followed Yang Huamei's words.

Yang Huamei nodded: "Yes, it's really come to that point, even if she doesn't like it, she has to obediently get the hell out of here and bring me the pot of shit!"

These words were so domineering that Liu frowned secretly.

Since there was nothing to attack on Dabai, Liu thought of another person as soon as he turned his eyes.

"Mei'er, Xiao Hei hasn't come back yet?"

When Xiao Hei was mentioned, Yang Huamei's flutters just now fell apart.

"There's no need for him to come back, it's just adding to the chaos." She said vaguely.

Mrs. Liu leaned forward, with a look of helping you fight the injustice: "You can't say that, even if you can't help anything, bringing two eyeballs back to look at my mother is also a filial piety of a son!"

Yang Huamei remained silent.

Seeing that Mrs. Liu seemed to want to continue to attack Yang Huamei, especially when Yang Huamei was clearly at a disadvantage, Yang Ruoqing stopped her: "Fourth Aunt, you worry too much, drink some tea to moisten your throat, and let my aunt rest. have a rest!"

Yang Huamei glanced at Yang Ruoqing gratefully, thanking her for saving her siege, it's tiring to talk to people like Mrs. Liu, and she said exactly what she said.

Seeing that Yang Ruoqing had intervened, Mrs. Liu calmed down a little. She had just taken a sip of tea when footsteps came from the yard outside the house.

The footsteps were a little messy, and then they heard Dabai and Yang Huaming talking loudly. Hearing the sound, Yang Huaming seemed to be swearing.

Yang Huamei immediately sat up straight, stretched her neck and looked out.

Mrs. Liu jumped up from the stool, rushed to the window excitedly, opened the window and looked out and shouted: "Fourth, let's stay here, come in and talk about something!"

After a while, Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi entered the West Room. They took off their coir raincoats and threw them aside. Their bodies were wet from head to toe, and their shoes were covered with mud.

"Oh my dear mother, don't run into the West Room with such dirty shoes, they are so dirty!"

Tan was squatting in the backyard, and when she heard the movement in the front yard, she quickly pulled up her pants and came.

When I saw Yang Huaming's uncle and nephew's feet, I hated them so much.

"Mother, don't worry about that right now, fourth brother, hurry up and talk, where is Xiao Hei?"

Yang Huamei lifted the quilt and struggled to get out of bed. Seeing her posture, if Mrs. Tan forcibly stopped Yang Huaming and the others from entering the room, she would rush to the main room.

Seeing this, Tan could only compromise.

Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi entered the West Room. When Yang Huaming met, he picked up someone's cold tea on the table and drank it vigorously, then wiped the water from the corner of his mouth vigorously, and said to Yang Huamei:

"Mei'er, don't blame fourth brother for speaking badly, there is probably something wrong with your Xiao Hei!"

He meant his own brain.

Yang Huamei's expression changed immediately.

"Fourth brother, we have something to talk about. Don't scold my child when you come up. Did he provoke you?"

Dabai who followed into the room was also full of astonishment, and helped to say nice words, "Fourth Uncle..."

Yang Huaming raised his hand towards Dabai and made a silent gesture: "Don't call me uncle, I'm not lucky enough to afford you two nephews!"

(End of this chapter)