Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8726 Fake politeness

"We waited in his yard for so long, I was still thinking how big a red envelope he was going to give, but it turned out like this, your fourth uncle, hey!"

Yang Huamei's complaint to Yang Huaming at this moment is simply too much for a boat to hold.

"Even meeting the money is so expensive, so don't expect rice noodle cakes!" She said finally.

Dabai nodded: "Mother, it's over, let's not talk about it any more, it's enough that we love him if you are strong, don't be greedy for others."

"Even if the three uncles and three aunts are like that, it's just to save face. The two boys from Sister Qing'er's family are really rare in their hearts."

After Dabai reminded him, Yang Huamei remembered it.

Yesterday, I came to the third room. Although everyone came to look at her strong family, but it was all rare with eyes and mouth. Except for Tan Shi and Lao Yangtou, who reached out and wanted to pick up Zhuangzhuang and hug her, the others It doesn't mean that at all.

But for the two boys in Qing'er's family, they were scrambling to hug each other, and the group never left Sun's hand from beginning to end...

And Zhuangzhuang, Yang Huamei has always been holding her.

However, although Lao Yangtou and Tan wanted to hug, Yang Huamei didn't give it.

Why?

She is worried, they are all so old, they are inconvenient to move on their own, and they still learn to hold their children. What if the child falls or knocks?Can you afford it?
Therefore, in the first half of yesterday's New Year's greetings, Yang Huamei was basically in Yang Huamei's arms, so that she didn't even have a chance to take a sip of tea.

Later, because of the fight between her and Hongmei, Hongmei finally took Zhuangzhuang...

"Whether your third uncle and three aunts really care about being strong or just acting in a show, at least people have given this face to the family, and we have face too. In this world, we always love our own cubs, don't we really love other people's families? The baby? Isn't it also a bridal sedan chair who carries people!"

When it comes to Yang Huazhong's side, Yang Huamei has the confidence to not only refute Dabai, but even teach Dabai a lesson.

"Dabai, don't be sad anymore, go back and rest, and by the way, see if that Hongmei is dead!"

"Let's go to your fifth uncle's house to pay New Year's greetings together tomorrow. Your fifth uncle and five aunts are different. You don't have to be rude. Tomorrow we will be strong and be able to be good little guests again. Zhuangzhuang, don't you think?"

Yang Huamei was full of expectations for tomorrow's New Year's greetings, and even teased Zhuang Zhuang there.

Da Bai smiled helplessly and had to leave the room.

When he walked to the door, he thought of something, turned his head and said to Yang Huamei, "Mother, I haven't had lunch yet, why don't I go to cook lunch? Mother, what do you want to eat?"

Yang Huamei said without raising her head, "Just make do with it at noon, make a few bowls of gnocchi, and make two egg droplets, oh right, my Zhuangzhuang can already eat meat, you can put it into Zhuangzhuang's bowl. Grab a handful of meatballs."

"Mother, since that's the case, I'll grab a few more, and everyone will eat it." Da Bai discussed it.

Yang Huamei raised her head abruptly and stared at Da Bai: "My father and I don't eat it. If you want to eat it, I will give you and Xiao Hei another grab. I, your father, and Hongmei, the three of us won't eat it!"

Dabai: ...

Under the Westinghouse window, Wang Hongquan was sitting there basking in the sun. Hearing Yang Huamei's words, Wang Hongquan was so angry that he raised his crutches and knocked on the window a few times.

"A few meatballs are reluctant to let me eat them. It's a shame that you are still complaining about your fourth brother being rude. I don't think you are much better! Turtles don't laugh at the bastards!"

Only then did Yang Huamei remember that when she entered the door earlier, her father-in-law happened to be sitting at the door near the sunbathing area under the window.

It was embarrassing that Yang Huamei would definitely be embarrassed when her father-in-law heard those words behind her back.

But after the embarrassment, it was to use the broken jar to break the lost face.

She put Zhuang Zhuang back in the bed and sat, while she got up and rushed to the window, grabbed the feather duster stuck in the bottle on the table, and tapped the window a few times.

"Knock what knock? It's just like you have a broken stick in your hand? I won't give you meatballs and meatloaf, why?"

Outside the house, Wang Hongquan's angry roar resounded again: "No reason, the old man won't let the old man see meat and fish..."

"Fuck you!" Yang Huamei pushed open the window directly, pointed at Wang Hongquan with the feather duster in her hand, and scolded Wang Hongquan: "People have to speak with conscience, don't just rely on how old they are, and don't just talk nonsense based on how old they are, on New Year's Eve. Which two hands hold the big bowl of sauce and meat bones in your hands? Watching the New Year's Eve, you have eaten a big bowl of the mushroom and pork dumplings I made, and you have eaten two big bowls of frozen pork skin vermicelli dumplings. Which one is for you? Food? Isn't it me?"

"And on the morning of the first day of the first lunar month, almost all that big bowl of braised pork belly went into your stomach. Whose stomach did half of the chicken go into the stewed chicken on the first day of the new year? Did it go into the stomach of an old dog? "

"I won't give you a dirty look? Do you have the guts to say that?"

Wang Hongquan was scolded by Yang Huamei by pointing his nose, and Yan'er was also scolded.

Why?

Because Yang Huamei didn't lie about the military situation, everything is true.

Except for the whole night of pork belly on the morning of the first day of the first lunar month, Mei Er gave him the food at other times.

Take the New Year's Eve night as an example. Originally, when the night was fixed, Mei Er had already brought Zhuang Zhuang back to the house to sleep, leaving Wang Hongquan and Da Bai to sit on the ground to watch the New Year.

In the end, when it was almost early morning, Mei Er put on her clothes again, yawned and went to the kitchen to cook dumplings for their grandparents...

"One yard is one yard, it's your fault that you don't give me a dirty look this afternoon!"

What a coincidence, the old man Wang Hongquan also happened to be a master of broken pots and broken boxes.

"This is only the second day of the first lunar month. You go out for New Year's Eve and eat big fish and meat, and leave my old man at home to help you watch the house."

"Why? I haven't eaten enough since I was a guest, and I have to rub it again when I get home. The family eats meatballs and waits for three, six, nine, etc. What is it that the old man doesn't eat meatballs? Which ear do you hear me? Say I don't eat?"

"What kind of meatballs do you eat as an old man? I don't need to listen to you, I'll call the shots for you!"

"Fart, you are a ghost master, I want to eat, I want to eat meatballs today!"

"This is my job, I won't give you meatballs, you won't even be able to eat shit!"

"What? What are you talking about? You dare not give me meatballs? Oh my god, it's less than a year since my son Shuanzi passed away. This Yang Huamei treats me harshly, a lonely old man, and can't live anymore... "

Wang Hongquan threw off the crutches in his hand and stood under the window with both hands above his head, stomping his feet back and forth, closing his eyes and screaming. Put a few more bird feathers on the grass ring, haha, that's really the arrival of the great dancer!

(End of this chapter)