, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Luo Fengtang parked the wheelbarrow and entered the main room.
Blacksmith Luo was already sitting at the table eating noodles.
With a chopstick inserted, Blacksmith Luo picked out a poached egg hidden at the bottom of the bowl.
Blacksmith Luo was surprised: "Hey, why are there still poached eggs? It's still hidden so deep, this girl is going to cause trouble!"
After Luo Fengtang heard this, he looked into his uncle's bowl.
Suddenly I understood something.
Qing'er still didn't want to eat that poached egg.
After coming and going, I left it to my uncle...
There was a ripple in the boy's heart.
Qing'er, Qing'er, you are also a silly girl!
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A soybean oil lamp has been lit on the table.
The light is hazy and warm.
Yang Huazhong was sitting in a wheelchair, with Da An and Xiao An clinging to his side.
The man was holding thatch in his hand and was making cricket cages with the two boys.
Beside the bed, Yang Ruoqing brought a bowl of hot tea to Mrs. Sun.
"Mom, how is your waist now? How about I help you rub it again?" she asked.
Sun took the tea from Yang Ruoqing and held it in her hands to warm her hands.
Hearing her question, the woman smiled lovingly and shook her head.
"My mother's waist is much better, and it doesn't hurt anymore."
"Well, that's good." Yang Ruoqing nodded.
"I'll boil the hot water later. Mom, you can take a bath and rest early."
"good."
Before I had a few sips of the hot tea here, there were rapid footsteps outside the house.
Before the footsteps reached the door of the house, Tan's urging came into the house.
"Third daughter-in-law, what are you trying to do?"
"I asked you to come over and cook at night, and there's no sign of you even now. Where's the person?"
In the room, Sun's hand shook.
The tea in the bowl almost spilled.
Yang Ruoqing quickly took Sun's tea bowl and put it on the table over there.
When she turned around, the door behind her had been kicked open with a bang.
Tan stood at the door with his hands on his hips.
Behind her was the growing dusk, and her angry face could not be seen clearly.
But the fierce momentum swept through the entire room like a strong wind in an instant.
Daan and Xiaoan were trembling with fear.
The two boys hurriedly hid behind Yang Huazhong's wheelchair, only daring to show their eyes.
Yang Huazhong put down the cricket cage in his hand and hurriedly explained to Mr. Tan at the door of the house.
"Mom, I was just about to send Qing'er to the front yard to talk to you. Qing'er's mother has a backache and can't go there at night..."
"What?"
When Tan heard this, he was furious.
"She was fine when she was eating, so why did she get sick when she was cooking dinner? Who are you kidding?"
When Sun heard what Tan said, she quickly struggled to get out of bed.
Maybe he got up in a hurry, and before he could stand firmly, there was a dull pain in his waist.
The woman snorted and sat back, her face turning pale instantly.
"Mom, please slow down!"
Yang Ruoqing rushed over and helped Sun.
Over there, Yang Huazhong saw a bit of worry in his tone.
The man then said to Mrs. Tan at the door of the house: "Mother, you must have seen it, Qing'er mother is not giving up, she really can't go..."
"I bother!"
Tan's mouth of old phlegm shot towards the room.
The light was too dim, and Yang Ruoqing didn't know who the flower of phlegm would belong to.
I saw Mrs. Tan, with her hands on her hips, taking a step into the house with a figure-footed step.
It stood firmly on the ground, just like a pointed compass nailed to the ground.
Everything about him is so sharp and sharp!
Mrs. Tan freed up her hand to point at Mrs. Sun on the bed and cursed her.
"A lazy and evil mother-in-law pretends to be sick and dead. Her pitiful energy only blinds my heartless son!"
"All the guests in the front yard have arrived, and the pots and stoves are still cold in the back yard."
"Even if I'm crawling now, you have to crawl over for me. Who can lend you the courage to give up your skills now?"
After the last words were cursed, Tan glanced at Yang Ruoqing next to Sun.
Yang Ruoqing frowned and was about to stand up and talk back to Tan.
Over there, Yang Huazhong moved.
He smashed the half-woven cricket cage on the ground.
The man growled harshly: "Mom, how could you say such unreasonable things?"
"Ms. Qing'er has been busy from morning to night today, and her feet have not touched the ground."
"She handled the wine arranging at both tables with her own hands."
"You don't care about her, and you say such hurtful words? You are chilling my son!"
Yang Huazhong beat his chest hard.
Tan ignored the content of Yang Huazhong's words.
But he only paid attention to Yang Huazhong's volume.
"Okay, you evil-hearted bastard, how dare you yell at your mother?"
The old lady jumped up from the ground with her hands on her hips and then landed firmly back on the ground.
"You damn unfilial son, you bastard. When you marry a wife, you forget about your mother. Drinking milk is not as good as kissing..."
Mrs. Tan slapped her thighs with both hands, sat down on the ground, and started crying and cursing sharply.
Everyone in the room was caught off guard by Tan, and they were all stunned for a moment.
The movement here quickly alarmed the front yard.
Old Yangtou, Yang Hualin and his wife, and Yang Huaming all came over in a swarm.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Who made you so angry?"
When Mrs. Yang saw Mrs. Tan sitting on the ground, she immediately started shouting.
He ran over and helped Tan up.
Mrs. Tan burst into tears and said, "Who else could it be? Your third brother and his third sister-in-law!"
"The woman pretended to be sick and refused to cook. The man protected her and yelled at me, a mother-in-law!"
Tan said angrily.
"Oh, this is okay, but this is going against the will of heaven..."
Yang exclaimed, her eyes like flying knives being thrown into the room.
Yang Hualin and Yang Huaming next to him also had red eyes, glaring at the three-bedroom man in the room.
Old Yangtou had a gloomy face.
I heard Mrs. Tan and Mrs. Yang still chirping there.
He waved his hand impatiently: "What are you shouting about? Do you want the guests in the front yard to hear about the scandal of our old Yang family?"
Yang quickly shut up.
Mrs. Tan snorted angrily and turned her face away.
Here, Lao Yang walked to the middle of the room and glanced at the scene in the room.
The old man's eyes fell on Yang Huazhong.
"Your mother gave birth to you, raised you, and married you a wife. No matter what she said was wrong, you shouldn't yell at her!"
Old Yangtou said with a sad look on his face.
Yang Huazhong was ashamed and aggrieved.
The man's thick eyebrows were furrowed and he sat there with his neck hunched and did not gnaw.
Old Yang looked at Yang Huazhong and sighed, "What's going on? Tell me everything!"
Yang Huazhong nodded and told Old Yang the whole story.
During this process, no one in the room dared to gnaw.
Yang Ruoqing supported Sun, but her eyes were paying attention to Old Yangtou's reaction.
Old Yangtou's face was gloomy from beginning to end.
When Yang Huazhong finished talking about this, Old Yang's eyes moved to Mrs. Sun.
"The third daughter-in-law has been busy all day, and it's really not easy!"
The old man's tone softened a bit.
He ordered Yang Huaming behind him: "Fourth, go to my room and bring the two dog-skin plasters in the drawer to your third sister-in-law."
Yang Huaming didn't move and looked at Tan.
Mrs. Tan was anxious: "Daddy Mei'er, what are you talking about? That plaster is the one you put on sore bones, and it's only eight cents a piece! How can you put it on this lazy woman?"
Lao Yang glared at him so hard that Tan didn't dare to say a word.
He growled at Yang Huaming again: "Hurry up and go!"
Yang Huaming snorted and turned around.
