Yang Huamei continued: "Don't talk about eating now, I'm about to vomit."
"Fourth brother, forget this meal, forget it, I really have to leave, this yard is so smelly that I can't stay here."
Everyone really dispersed.
Yang Huaming chased him out of the house, but to no avail.
He returned to the West Room with a depressed look on his face, where Mrs. Liu was humming a tune while chopping meat in the kitchen.
The rusty knife pulled the pork belly on the chopping board and cut, cut, and cut.
Hearing Yang Huaming's footsteps entering the house, Mrs. Liu was very happy and said: "Is everyone really gone?"
Yang Huaming said 'hmm', "Hey, this promised meal has been ruined again. I always feel like I owe you something, and I feel bad."
Mrs. Liu disagreed and said: "Tsk, you really like to owe something, isn't it just a meal?"
"There is a saying that if you don't have a full meal, a chicken won't be fat. Every family in their family has a better life than us, and they can't miss this meal, ah!"
Hearing Liu's words, Yang Huaming frowned.
"When you go to eat at each of their houses, your mouth is so full that you can't bear to finish half of the meal."
"Then why don't you listen to what you say? Huh?" Yang Huaming asked.
Mrs. Liu was startled for a moment, then curled her lips and said without blushing: "It's not like we won't feed them today. You see, we bought all the fish, meat, and so on. The ingredients were prepared in such abundance, and It’s not pretentious.”
"They don't eat it themselves. Who's to blame? Tsk!"
Mrs. Liu shook her head with disdain, and then continued to cut the meat.
"Daddy Ju'er, do you think this meat should be braised in braised sauce at noon? Or should it be braised in sauce?"
"How about making meatballs and patties?" Ms. Liu asked.
Yang Huaming looked impatient.
"If you don't catch the dog and make him sick, he won't run away."
"I think this happened on purpose, on purpose!" he said.
When Mrs. Liu heard this, she quit!
The kitchen knife in his hand slapped on the chopping board and he glared at Yang Huaming.
"Yang Huaming, what do you mean? Am I that kind of person?"
"Besides, if I don't catch that dog, your precious little girl still has to fight for me?"
"When the dog was picked up, it was covered in feces and urine. If I didn't take it to the pond to wash it, everyone would be even more disgusted after seeing it!"
"Also, you said I shouldn't use a poop scoop. That dog is so dirty. If I don't use a poop scoop, why should I hold it with my hands? Can I hold it in my arms and come back?"
Yang Huaming was stunned by Liu's attack and was speechless.
"I'm too lazy to argue with you. It's hard to argue with a woman like you!" he said.
As he turned to leave the kitchen, he heard Mr. Liu's disdainful muttering coming from behind the pot.
"You always look down on me as a woman. Your stuff is no longer good. You are not even as good as a woman..."
"What did you say?"
Yang Hua Ming suddenly turned around and shouted to Mr. Liu with a gloomy face.
Mrs. Liu was shaken by the drink, a flash of fear flashed across her eyes, and she quickly changed her words: "No, I didn't say anything!"
"Let me ask you for the last time, what did you just say?" Yang Huaming took a few steps closer and looked at Mrs. Liu with a cold look.
Ms. Liu was so frightened that she stepped back, and accidentally hit her back on the dish cupboard.
When she wanted to run away, Yang Huaming grabbed her shoulder.
"Tell me clearly, what are you talking about me?" he asked.
Mrs. Liu's face was full of guilt, and her eyes were rolling.
"Well, I really didn't say anything. You really heard wrong..."
"Liu Guixiang!"
Yang Huaming suddenly stopped her with a roar.
"I know you are dissatisfied with me, so I'm just going to tease you. If you can't bear the loneliness, you feel that I, Yang Huaming, have delayed you."
"I can give you a divorce letter right now. You can take the divorce letter with you and find a normal man to live with you."
"I won't drag you down!" Yang Huaming said.
Hearing this, Mrs. Liu was completely panicked and quickly apologized and begged for mercy, apologizing profusely.
By the end, she herself was so thirsty that she talked, and Yang Huaming's complexion had not improved at all.
Mrs. Liu's tears fell quickly.
"If I don't leave, I will stay here. My children are here. Where do you want me to go?" Ms. Liu said, wiping her tears.
"I'm almost going to be Ga Po's wife. If you divorce me, who can I marry?"
"Marry those bad old men? Then you might as well let me die, wuwuwu..."
After hearing Liu's words, Yang Huaming's anger finally subsided.
But what followed was a man's inferiority and depression on his face.
He let go of Mr. Liu's shoulders, turned around, walked to the kitchen door, and sat down.
Then, hold your head with your hands and bury your head between your knees.
"I'm useless, I'm not a complete man."
"Even if I am now a restaurant manager and am famous, I still make a little money."
"However, some things are gone once they are gone. No matter how much money you spend or the best medicine you take, you can never get them back..."
Yang Huaming murmured there, his voice low and slightly hoarse.
Mrs. Liu had never seen Yang Huaming like this before. She was startled for a moment, then slowly came to Yang Huaming's side and squatted down.
"Dad Ju'er, don't say such depressing words. The doctor said that as long as you keep taking the medicine, it will definitely be effective!"
Mrs. Liu said, her eyes became serious for the first time.
"Daddy Ju'er, don't be like this. I'm afraid of you talking like this!" she said again.
Yang Huaming shook his head and continued to bury his head between his knees.
"Sometimes I wonder, if I look like this, He'er will look like this too."
"Could all this be God's punishment for me?" he asked.
"Why does God punish you?" Ms. Liu was confused.
Yang Huaming said: "In the past, I relied on my good looks, good taste and lazy attitude to do some romantic things that I thought all men should do."
"In the end, I just want to be ruined, and the girl I hold in my hand is also ruined like that."
"Is all this God's punishment for me?" he asked.
When Mrs. Liu heard this, she was still a little angry.
In the early years of their marriage, many times when she woke up in the middle of the night, she would find the seat next to her empty.
He often came back secretly in the middle of the night, and sometimes he didn't even come back all night.
She asked, scolded, followed...
In the end, forget it, a cat that doesn't steal fish is not a good cat, and you can't control it if you can't control it.
"Father Ju'er, can I say something unpleasant?" Mrs. Liu summoned up her courage and asked.
Yang Huaming said: "Say it, anyway, what you said is unheard of."
Mrs. Liu grinned and said, "What I want to say is, actually, I think you're doing pretty well the way you are now!"
"Pretty good? What's better?" Yang Huaming raised his head and glared at Ms. Liu.
You know nothing about a man’s depression!
Mrs. Liu smiled and then said: "Peace!"
"Look at how you used to run around and stay out at night. I couldn't even catch you."
"Look at you now, you are honestly making money to support your family, and you no longer go out to do other things. All the money has been spent on our mothers, and you will never spend it on those vixens outside. There are so many Great!" (If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please go to m.)
