Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8347 Not behind but face to face

Luo Fengtang didn't say anything, but he was already following Yang Huazhong towards this side.

Obviously, he wanted to accompany Yang Ruoqing to the old Wang's house.

All of a sudden, no one talked with Lao Yang, and the old man put down the teacup in his hand and said a little irritably, "If you want me to tell you, don't go looking for it anymore, what are you looking for, she doesn't know what day it is today? "

"If you want to take Qiao out of anger on purpose, let her be hungry. When she is very hungry, she will come over obediently."

The big guys looked at each other, and they all knew that what the old man said was cruel.

There are so many rooms in Lao Yang's house, even if Mrs. Tan doesn't come to the third room for breakfast, she can naturally go to another room for breakfast.

With so many children and grandchildren, how hungry will the old lady be?
"Father, don't say that, no matter what, you have to pick up your mother for dinner." Yang Huazhong said.

Then he waved his hands to the few people here, "Let's go, let's go back quickly, dinner will be ready soon."

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Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang went straight to Lao Wang's house after leaving the courtyard.

On the way, Yang Ruoqing asked Luo Fengtang: "You don't stay in the warm room, why do you have to run out with me to blow the cold wind? What a silly old hat!"

Luo Fengtang walked beside her, not annoyed at her teasing, but raised his eyebrows lightly, with a happy face.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and smiled, then said to herself, "Just watch it, I have a strong hunch that my grandma must be with my aunt."

"Well, I believe your hunch." Luo Fengtang said.

The two walked quickly, and soon reached the vicinity of Lao Wang's house.

I took a look at the old Wang's new house and the old house, and the yards of the two houses were covered with bedding and sheets.

But the children's clothes and diapers of different sizes and shapes were drying in the yard of the old house, so Yang Ruoqing went straight to the old house.

"Tang Yazi, just wait for me here, I will go in and find my grandma by myself."

At the gate of the courtyard, Yang Ruoqing turned her head and whispered to Luo Fengtang behind her.

Luo Fengtang nodded, stopped at the spot and turned around to wait patiently for her.

Yang Ruoqing tiptoed into the yard, she was going to eavesdrop on how the old lady was suing Aunt Sun, and even the third bedroom.

Tan and Yang Huamei were not in the yard, nor in the main room, nor in the wing where Yang Huamei slept.

The two of them, and the eldest grandson of Yang Huamei's family, were in the kitchen together.

Yang Ruoqing saw the situation in the dark kitchen through the small window with air leakage.

Aunt Yang Huamei was busy cooking breakfast at the pot, and there was a gurgling sound in the pot, as if she was cooking gnocchi or something.

Yang Huamei took two eggs and knocked on the iron edge of the pot twice, breaking the poached eggs into the pimple soup.

Sitting at the mouth of the stove, Tan's body was leaning back, leaning comfortably on a pile of firewood. The fire in front of the stove was crackling and jumping, making Tan's face glow red.

The nearly half-year-old grandson was dressed like a little bear and stuffed into the nearby wooden chair. The kid wore a fluffy tiger hat on his head and a handkerchief under his chin. His chubby little hand was holding a dog that resembled a The pastry was gnawed on the edge of his mouth, until half of Roudandan's face was covered with pastry scum.

Yang Huamei was busy knocking eggs into the pot, and didn't have time to wipe the elder grandson.

Mrs. Tan was sitting near the child, but Mrs. Tan was not interested in wiping.

A slap across the floor, this is the great-grandson, the eldest grandson of Lao Wang's family, not Lao Yang's.

If she, a Taiga, can help Yang Huamei take care of her, so that she can make time for Meier to cook breakfast, that would be the most benevolent!

And her kerchief is very clean, and it is washed and changed every day.

The snack scum on the corner of the child's mouth... She looked troubled.

This kind of trouble is uncontrollable, but she also knows that she can't tell Meier directly, she is afraid that Meier will feel uncomfortable, so Tan turned her face away, pretending that she didn't see the child's face The crumbs of snacks, and the sticky saliva overflowing from the corner of her mouth...Yang Ruoqing hid outside the window, seeing all this clearly, especially Tan's little thought, which couldn't escape her eyes.

Hey, this old lady is different from those old ladies in other people's homes.

"Mei'er, give me half a bowl of pimple soup later, and I'll have breakfast with you."

Tan shi hugged her knees and leaned back on the pile of firewood, continuing the topic before Yang Ruoqing didn't arrive.

"Mom, it's not that I don't give you food, but whenever you ask, I'll take care of your food." Yang Huamei raised her head and smiled at Tan Shi.

"But I can't keep you for this breakfast, you have to go back to the third room to eat."

Tan turned her face away: "Hmph, I don't want to, from now on I won't eat three rooms and one grain of rice!"

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, then laughed again.

"Mother, it's okay, don't be sullen again, there is no need to be angry."

"Why can't it be wrong? I thought of your third sister-in-law with good intentions, and wanted her to raise her mother-in-law's prestige, but she was lucky enough to pretend not to see and not to listen. My kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs. Can I not be angry?"

Yang Huamei listened patiently, and continued to persuade: "Mother, I believe that the third brother and the third sister-in-law are all aware of your kindness, and they are all grateful for your kindness."

"It's just that the way mother-in-law and daughter-in-law get along with each other has its own situation. Some families have very strict rules, but some families get along very well with each other. You respect me and give way. There is no need to establish rules at all."

Yang Huamei stopped halfway through her speech, got up and walked quickly to her eldest grandson.

The eldest grandson raised his head and almost crushed the whole piece of pastry in his hand and smeared it on his face.

"Oh, my little boy, this is not how you eat cakes, you have to use your mouth, not your nostrils..."

Yang Huamei lifted the apron around her waist and leaned over to wipe the eldest grandson's face.

It was found that the child's neck, ears, and eyebrows were almost full of snack scum.

Yang Huamei felt sorry for how uncomfortable her eldest grandson was, thinking of this, Yang Huamei couldn't help complaining about Mrs. Tan: "Mother, you are too, why don't you just wipe your baby's face when you sit here?"

Mrs. Tan was a little guilty, and muttered: "I'm so angry with your third brother and third sister-in-law, I don't care about the baby, and I don't see..."

"Grandma, you're lying again. You clearly looked at the baby several times before, and when you saw the baby's snot, you still felt disgusted and moved to the editor. How could you be angry with my parents? You just didn't want to Wipe the baby."

His thoughts were exposed in person, Tan's old face was flushed, and he looked up at the source of the sound with his neck straightened, his mouth already in the posture of trying to refute.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and entered the kitchen.

When Tan saw that it was her, she stood up with her hands on her hips and gritted her teeth, "I knew you were the one who said bad things about people behind your back!"

Yang Ruoqing also followed Tan's example, spread her legs apart, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Grandma, you're wrong, I didn't say it behind your back, I exposed your truth in front of your face!"

(End of this chapter)