"Does it smell good?" Mrs. Sun asked again.
"fragrant."
"Then don't be polite later and eat a few more pieces." Mrs. Sun added with a smile.
Xiao Hei nodded vigorously.
This is necessary, why do you need to remind me? He comes just to eat!
After watching the steamed pork with rice flour, Xiao Hei still didn't leave. He bent his back and opened the gauze door of the vegetable cupboard.
"Third Aunt, what else is in here?"
Mrs. Sun said in a good temper: "Yes..."
"Okay, okay, you go and sit in the front hall. Why are you asking so many questions? Just wait and eat the ready-made food later."
Yang Ruoqing was already impatient and stood up from the mouth of the stove with a sullen face, holding a red-hot iron pliers in her hand and staring at Xiao Hei eagerly.
"If you want to keep looking at me like that, then come over here and stuff me with firewood!"
When Xiao Hei saw Yang Ruoqing's appearance, his eyes visibly shrank, and he slipped out of the kitchen.
The light in the kitchen suddenly became brighter.
Yang Ruoqing sat down again and muttered: "This kid looks like he's had four months of fat. I'm afraid he's not even 175 in height and weight."
Mrs. Sun glanced at Xiao Hei's running back, turned around and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice: "Don't be so cruel. He has grown up and knows how to read people's eyes. Then he will tell your aunt in a jealous way that you are a nuisance." Your aunt has opinions on both you and us."
Yang Ruoqing was happy, "Mom, do you think I care about that? I just can't stand his greedy look!"
He looked around here and there, always thinking about getting started.
He was such a big man and was a good farmer, but he was raised to be a lazy and greedy pig.
You are just greedy in your own home, but you are still like this when you come to other people's homes. You have read more than ten years of books into the dog's belly. To treat this kind of person politely and politely, you are just playing the piano to an ox.
Mrs. Sun's guess was correct. Xiao Hei rushed out of the kitchen in one breath and ran to the corner of the main room before he dared to stop and take a deep breath.
Then he changed direction and ran into Tan's house.
In the room, Mrs. Tan sat on the bed with her legs crossed to put away her shoes. Yang Huamei opened the clothes cabinet and was sorting out Mr. Tan's cotton clothes and trousers for the winter.
There was hot tea and two plates of pastries on the small table next to the bed.
After Xiao Hei rushed in, he first went to the table and grabbed two pieces of pastries and stuffed them into his mouth. Then he started yelling at Yang Huamei: "I went to the kitchen to say hello to my third aunt. Sister Qing'er thought I was annoying and kicked her out with a pair of iron pokers." I."
The cotton coat in Yang Huamei's hand fell to the ground. It was Tan's favorite piece and was given by Liao Meiying during her last birthday party.
At that time, a tailor was specially invited to the house to measure Tan's body. The pattern and color on the outside of the cotton-padded jacket was also Tan's favorite.
It was hot during the birthday party, so I didn't wear any clothes. I planned to save them for when the third girl gets married.
Unexpectedly, it fell to the ground before it was put on. Even though it fell from Yang Huamei's hand, Mrs. Tan was very unhappy. At that time, she put down her work and came over here with a dark face.
"Don't clean it up. The more you clean it up, the messier it will become."
When Yang Huamei came to her senses, Mrs. Tan had already leaned over to pick up the cotton-padded jacket on the ground and was patting the dust on it vigorously.
Because of the excessive force, the loose flesh on Tan's cheeks trembled and trembled, just like waves washing on the beach.
Yang Huamei knew that Mrs. Tan was unhappy, so she immediately snatched the cotton-padded jacket over and said with a smile, "Mom, I'm sorry, I was careless just now. You went to sit on the bed. I'll clean it up for you and make sure it's clean."
Tan's face improved a little, and she mumbled back to the bed and continued to sit cross-legged.
Yang Huamei packed up the cotton-padded jacket, folded it neatly, and put it back in the clothes cabinet.
During this process, Xiao Hei had been standing at the table with his body tilted, squinting at Yang Huamei, and his hands and mouth were not idle.
He grabbed the snacks and stuffed them into his mouth piece by piece. His cheeks were stretched like balls, and his lips couldn't close together.
When I opened my mouth, there was a pile of chewed things inside. Because it couldn't be packed in, there was also a pile of crumbs leaking out, not only on the table but also on the floor.
One of the plates had reached the bottom, and Xiao Hei playfully flipped the plate upside down on the table, and placed the tea bowl on the raised bottom of the plate, as if performing acrobatics.
Perhaps satisfied with his 'masterpiece', he briefly forgot to chew and grinned.
The crumbs of the snacks in his mouth fell down, leaving a mess on the table.
Mrs. Tan's eyebrows were already twisted into a deep "Chuan". Seeing that the bright table was ruined and looked unsightly, Ms. Tan's words to stop her came to her lips several times, but because of Yang Huamei, she was angry again. Hold it back.
Until Xiao Hei suddenly got tired of playing the game, stamped his feet and yelled at Yang Huamei again: "Mom, Sister Qing'er kicked me out with red-hot iron pokers, you still don't care about this!"
Yang Huamei originally wanted to skip this topic, so she continued to pretend not to hear.
Xiao Hei was unhappy, raised his hand and slammed the table, "Mom, are you deaf? I'm talking to you!"
This time, Yang Huamei couldn't pretend anymore.
I had no choice but to turn around and say to him: "You are wrong. Your sister Qing'er is not that kind of person, and she cannot do this."
"If I lie, let me choke to death!" Xiao Hei raised his hands and began to curse and swear.
At this time, Yang Huamei had to pay attention.
"Bah, bah, bah, you little bastard, why are you swearing blindly? Spit on the ground!"
Xiao Hei ignored Yang Huamei and stared at her. He rolled his eyes hard up to the upper eyelids, leaving two rounds of whites in his eye sockets. The pupils were all rolled into the upper eyelids, leaving a black circle at the bottom. It's arc-shaped and looks quite scary.
"You brat, you're rolling your eyes again. What did I tell you? Why do you roll your eyes when you have something to say?"
Yang Huamei was also annoyed. She closed the closet door angrily, rushed to Xiao Hei with a few steps and raised her hand to pat him on the shoulder.
This bad habit started when I was two or three years old, and it has not been broken for more than ten years. It is really sad.
Xiao Hei shook his shoulders and stepped back to avoid Yang Huamei's hand. He was still rolling his eyes and glaring at Yang Huamei with his white eyes.
Yang Huamei turned red with anger.
Mrs. Tan couldn't stand it any longer, her face was as dark as a dark cloud, and she spat in Xiao Hei's direction.
"You heartless little bastard, this is how you yell at your mother when she is being used as a bull and a horse for you? The boss is a man. He is so fat and fat that he talks like a three-year-old child. Yes, do you still want to be shameless?"
Xiao Hei was shocked that Ga Po, who had always loved him, was scolding him.
His black eyes rolled down, and he glanced at Mrs. Tan in surprise, with some fear in his eyes. He lowered his head, and his eyes went up, trying to glare at Mrs. Tan by rolling his eyes to make Mrs. Tan surrender like Yang Huamei.
As a result, before the white eyeball rolled down completely, he was hit on the forehead. It was Tan who threw his shoe over and hit Xiao Hei's big head squarely.
