Wang Shuanzi wanted to struggle again, and Mrs. Sun quickly followed Yang Huazhong's advice: "Shuanzi, listen to your third brother, don't meet Mei'er now."
Wang Shuanzi was in a dilemma.
Yang Ruoqing took advantage of the situation and came over to take the basket from his hand: "Uncle, distance brings beauty. Leave the things behind. You go back first, and I will help you deliver them."
Wang Shuanzi raised his head and looked at Yang Ruoqing, but hesitated to speak.
Yang Ruoqing smiled at him and winked: "Uncle, don't worry, I will put in a nice word for you."
Wang Shuanzi was stunned, could this Qing'er be the roundworm in my stomach? Can she guess whatever I want?
His thoughts were exposed, he blushed and said: "Then, then Qing'er will be tired."
"You're not tired or not, I'm going to see you off right away. Dad, mother, you go back first. I'll go home after seeing you off."
When Yang Ruoqing was about to reach the door of the east room, she deliberately slowed down her steps and moved close to the wall to the window, wanting to hear how Tan taught Yang Huamei in private.
Just as she stood firm, she heard Mrs. Tan earnestly admonishing Yang Huamei inside: "...You can't figure out your husband's heart even if you sleep on eight shabby beddings. This man's heart is like a needle on the bottom of the sea or the moon in the sky. You can't touch it." No, if men can be trusted, sows can climb trees..."
The corner of Yang Ruoqing's mouth twitched, why did the old lady have so many lies? It rhymes so much. It would be a waste of my good tongue not to talk about cross talk.
"...Take your father as an example. I have been with him for decades. In the eyes of outsiders, he is such an honest and caring person.
But what about the inside? A man's old heart never grows old, he has been buried up to his neck in loess and still thinks about those frivolous things all day long. Why doesn't he die? "
"Mom, I can't fault Shuanzi when it comes to men and women. He has never done anything sorry for me..."
"Pooh!"
She had never seen it with her own eyes, but just by hearing the sound, Yang Ruoqing quickly estimated in her mind the range of Tan's mouthful of phlegm and the arc of its landing. Her performance was stable and very nice!
"It's not that Wang Shuanzi doesn't want to, it's that his sickly body is unable to do what he wants."
"Mom, Shuanzi really hasn't thought about those things."
"Are you the roundworm in his belly? If you knew what he was thinking, you wouldn't be angry and go back to your parents' house."
Yang Huamei fell silent, feeling extremely depressed.
"Meier, mother taught you that as women we must be ruthless. Men and children are all bullshit."
"We women are only good if we treat ourselves well."
"Look at your dad, I am determined not to live with him, so I won't live together. He can't stay in the village anymore and has gone to Yongxian. I own this old house and the east room." , I want him to have a home and not be able to go back!"
Yang Huamei smiled bitterly and said nothing.
Mr. Tan took her silence as a sign that he had heard her, so she stepped up her efforts to establish a new outlook on life with Yang Huamei.
Yang Ruoqing originally came to listen to a few words for fun, but this didn't sound right to her.
In other families, when a couple has a conflict, the mother-in-law will scold her son-in-law severely in front of him, but privately she still tries to persuade her to reconcile in front of her daughter.
What's more, what happened to Yang Huamei was not actually a marital conflict between her and Wang Shuanzi, but a conflict between Yang Huamei and her father-in-law, Wang Hongquan.
Not a single word about Tan refers to Wang Hongquan, it's all about catching Wang Shuanzi, an honest man who was innocently lying at gunpoint, and punching him hard.
"...Mom, I know you are doing it for my own good, but what you said is a bit exaggerated. I, I haven't thought about divorcing Shuanzi yet. I'm still young. It will be lonely and deserted in the next few decades. …”
"What's wrong with decades? What's wrong with being lonely and desolate? A few decades of life will pass in just a few sleeps. Besides, you still have a son and a family, so what are you afraid of?"
Yang Huamei fell silent again.
Yang Ruoqing outside the house was also dumbfounded.
How could Tan's life of being lonely and desolate for decades be so understated?
Hey, it seems that the little old lady was really hurt by Old Yangtou's betrayal. At the age of sixty-nine, she started not to believe in love or men.
Yang Ruoqing felt that she had to go in and end the topic, otherwise Yang Huamei would become the second Tan if she continued to be brainwashed by Tan.
"Auntie, I'm back again!"
She opened the door with a smile and greeted them with a loud voice.
In her mind, Mrs. Tan collected a bunch of examples of scumbags who forced their wives to death and prepared to launch a strong attack on Yang Huamei. However, she was interrupted by Yang Ruoqing. Mrs. Tan was very unhappy. She lowered her face and asked angrily: "You said you would leave but you didn't. Run back." What to do?"
"Nai, I don't want to come either. Someone asked me to deliver something to my aunt, so I came back."
Yang Ruoqing said with a smile, picked up the basket in her hand and walked towards the table.
When Yang Huamei saw the familiar basket, her eyes that had lost their luster after being brainwashed by Tan immediately brightened up. She also sat upright, leaning forward slightly, breathing slightly, and fanned the corner of her mouth, but forcefully He held back and remained silent.
Mrs. Tan next to her suddenly became vigilant when she heard that Yang Ruoqing had been asked to come here.
"Who asked you to come here? What do you want to give?"
"Of course it's my uncle. He said that my aunt's stomach was not good and he was worried that she would be hungry if she didn't have lunch, so he asked me to deliver the food."
As Yang Ruoqing spoke, she took out the bowls and chopsticks from the basket and placed them all in front of Yang Huamei.
"Wow, this braised pork is so delicious and it's still hot. Auntie, uncle told you to eat it while it's hot."
Yang Ruoqing thrust the chopsticks into Yang Huamei's hand.
Yang Huamei clenched her chopsticks tightly, looking at the hot food in front of her, imagining Wang Shuanzi busy in the kitchen reheating rice and dishes, putting pots on the stove, and most of the resentment in her heart suddenly dissipated.
"Hmph, it's hypocritical. This is Weasel paying New Year's greetings to Rooster. He's not so kind. Meier, please don't be fooled by this little trick."
Mr. Tan was sitting upright, his eyebrows were erect, his face was livid, his aura was as strong as a mountain, and he could not be humiliated by gods and demons!
Yang Huamei held chopsticks in her hands and looked at Mrs. Tan blankly, then at Yang Ruoqing, her eyes filled with helplessness and a touch of questioning.
Is there any food left? Shouldn't it just be given to me?
Yang Huamei was about to push her bowls and chopsticks to Mrs. Tan, when Yang Ruoqing took off the veil covering the basket.
"Nai, uncle Aiwujiwu, here is your rice and chopsticks."
Yang Ruoqing ignored the momentum Tan was releasing and put the bowls and chopsticks in front of her with a smile.
Yang Huamei breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Mrs. Tan expectantly, and said softly: "Mom, Shuanzi still cares about us. I know the weight of this braised pork. He brought the whole bowl to us. It’s over…”
"Bah!" Tan spat on the other side.
"I can't bear to let the child lead the wolf. I understand his thoughts. He wants to coax you back so that you can then work as a horse for their Lao Wang family!" said Tan.
