Yang Huaming raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, looked at the food and wine on the table, and his throat moved.
"To be honest, I haven't had dinner yet, and I'm indeed a little hungry, but my mother and father got into a fight on the stage. No one could stop it, and the play couldn't be sung. I had no choice but to come to see you, third brother!" "
Well, not to mention that Yang Huaming can't drink wine now, Yang Huazhong can't eat well either.
"I'll take a look, you guys eat first." He said this and left in a hurry.
How could anyone else at the table be thinking about drinking? Therefore, Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang quickly stood up and were held down by their hosts Chang Gen on their shoulders.
"Just ask my eldest son to come and have a look. Brother Luo, Tang Yazi, and Qing'er mother, you must stay and have a drink. This meal is specially cooked for you." Chang Gen said.
The eldest son got the order and ran out immediately.
On the side, Osmanthus fragrans also quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, let's eat ours while it's hot. I'll just heat it up for the third child when he comes back later."
Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing also said: "Since Uncle Chang Gen and Aunt Gui Hua have said so, uncle, let's stay and continue eating. My grandparents have been arguing for more than a day or two. My father and fourth uncle have gone, It will be fine if we separate the two of them, we don’t need so many people.”
Since Yang Ruoqing said so, Blacksmith Luo and the others naturally sat back, then raised their wine cups to clink glasses with Chang Gen.
Chang Gen breathed a sigh of relief and then greeted everyone.
After eating for a while, Osmanthus couldn't help but quietly sent her youngest son to go under the old maple tree to inquire about the news.
Yang Ruoqing saw all these small actions, and she pretended not to notice them, feeling guilty for Uncle Chang Gen and Aunt Gui Hua in her heart.
They spent a lot of time preparing these two sumptuous tables of food and wine to invite everyone to come over, but it was quite depressing to encounter such an unexpected situation.
If all the guests leave tonight, then the preparation of this table of food will be in vain. The couple must have something on their minds, and they may have to entertain them next time.
Rather than letting people spend money twice, it’s better to get it done once, so I won’t leave.
Soon, the youngest son of the Osmanthus family ran back.
Seeing him coming in out of breath, everyone stopped talking, eating and drinking, and all looked at him.
Osmanthus even asked: "What's going on over there on the stage?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled and blinked, and said to him: "Brother, please tell me more about the situation on the stage."
The younger son took a deep breath and said, "When I arrived, Mr. Yang was on the stage and Mrs. Yang was under the stage. Father Yang was hitting the ground of the stage hard with his crutch and cursing. Grandma Lao Yang, and the masters who played, played, and sang next to her were all there to persuade Lao Yang."
"Under the stage, Lao Yang was scolding her so fiercely that her voice was so loud that it blocked the opera singers on the stage. No one could persuade her. The leader of the opera troupe came over to persuade her. Yang Nai spat Xingzi on the leader's face."
Yang Ruoqing, as well as the two daughters-in-law from Guihua's family, all put down their chopsticks in tacit agreement.
Everything I eat tastes different in an instant...
"Okay, okay, don't go into too much detail. Let's talk about what happened next. Didn't your third uncle and fourth uncle rush over and fail to persuade them?" Osmanthus realized something and quickly intercepted her youngest son's words and guided her. What happens later.
The third uncle in Guihua's mouth is naturally Yang Huazhong. Yang Huazhong is a little older than Chang Gen.
As for the fourth uncle, it is Yang Huaming.
The youngest son scratched his head and realized that what he said seemed to be a little off, so he quickly said: "After the third uncle and the fourth uncle arrived, the third uncle went up to the stage to persuade Lao Yang, and the fourth uncle was coaxing Lao Yang below. Later, Aunt Meier and Brother Yongxian came, and they separated Father Yang and Nai Yang, one was sent to the house at the entrance of the village, and the other was sent to the third uncle's house."
Hearing that Mrs. Tan had gone to her home, Mrs. Sun couldn't sit still.
"Osmanthus, Changgen, thank you for your hospitality tonight. I'm full, so I'll go back first. The old lady at home is here..."
The long roots and sweet-scented osmanthus understand that nature will not stay.
Then everyone else also stood up and left.
When passing under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, the leader of the troupe was standing on the stage explaining something to everyone below with his back hunched over.
It seemed that we couldn't sing in tonight's play. The villagers watching the play below sighed, and some were complaining.
The class leader has no other choice but to apologize and laugh.
Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze and said to Luo Fengtang: "Earlier, my father was very majestic when he sat on the stage. I didn't expect that this majesty lasted only three seconds."
Luo Fengtang smiled faintly and asked her: "I will send my daughter back first, and I will pick you up later."
Yang Ruoqing nodded happily.
He understood her. If such a lively incident happened tonight, she would definitely go to her parents' house to visit.
And he didn't like such nonsense, so he took the initiative to take care of his daughter.
The main hall of Yang Huazhong's house was brightly lit.
Not only Yang Huazhong is here, but also Bao Suyun, Dabao, Jiang Guiling, Liao Meiying, Zhao Liuer, Yu Bamei, and Yang Huamei are all here.
Mrs. Sun walked quickly, organizing a lot of words in her mind to comfort Ms. Tan, because in her opinion, if the old couple were in such trouble tonight, the old lady would definitely be crying loudly.
Unexpectedly, when I came to the door of the hall, I saw a room full of people sitting or standing, with strange expressions on their faces. There was no anxiety or anxiety. On the contrary, the hall was filled with a strange relaxed atmosphere. , as if celebrating after winning a battle.
Yang Yongqing was even teasing: "Nai, you were really awesome tonight. You showed off your power and killed my father to pieces. Hahaha, you didn't see, Nai, my grandfather was carried off the show by my fourth uncle and my eldest brother. When I was on stage, I was so angry that I was trembling all over and almost foaming at the mouth."
Immediately, Yang Huazhong's scolding came: "Yongqing, what are you talking about?"
Yang Yongqing held a toothpick in his mouth, his head tilted with laughter, and his shoulders shook.
Yang Huazhong didn't bother to argue with Yang Yongqing, a junior, and just turned to Mrs. Tan and said earnestly: "Mom, with all the trouble tonight, everyone has nothing to do, and there are a lot of complaints!"
Mrs. Tan sat steadily at the table, holding a bowl of tea in her hand and drinking it leisurely.
Hearing Yang Huazhong's words, she raised her head with a sneer on her lips.
"I'm not afraid of you complaining. What I hate the most is that old guy pretending to be a wolf with a big tail!"
"Just because Yongxian paid for the play, he has to sit on the stage to watch it? There are so many places below where he can sit? Do you really think that you are the emperor? Even if you don't listen to the play, you will offend someone. I want to drag him down with the whole village, what the hell!"
