He raised his head and glanced at Yang Ruoqing, then turned around and started arguing with Yang Huamei to change positions.
Yang Huamei was ladling soup for Tan, and didn't even notice that Xiao Hei had started eating. Seeing him yelling at her to change seats with his mouth full of oil, Yang Huamei scolded him in a low voice, a little unhappy: "It's the same wherever you sit. Stop fussing and have a good meal."
If Xiao Hei was so obedient, he wouldn't be Xiao Hei.
"No, I want to change, I want to change."
Not only did Xiao Hei repeatedly emphasize his words, but he also came over to grab Yang Huamei's arm.
A ladle of hot soup was spilled three inches away from Tan's bowl. Half of it was on the table, and the other half was spilled on Tan's lap.
"oops!"
Tan exclaimed and quickly jumped up from the stool.
Yang Huamei also panicked and quickly put down the spoon and stood up to check: "Mom, how are you? Are you burned?"
Tan wears a pair of cotton trousers outside the trousers, and a pair of black trousers outside the cotton trousers.
The old lady from a farmer's family, Wo Dong, has two unbeatable features in her dress: a green and old cloth turban on her head, and a half-length coarse old cloth apron with two deep pockets. She usually sits under the wall to bask in the sun. When walking, I hide my face under the turban and put my hands in my pockets. It is said that it is very warm this way.
At this moment, Mrs. Tan was also dressed like this, and her apron was wet as big as a palm.
Yang Huamei raised her sleeves and went directly to help Tan wipe it. Sun also quickly got down from her seat and went to get a clean handkerchief to help.
Lao Suntou and Yang Huazhong also put down their wine glasses and asked Tan with concern.
Wang Hongquan frowned and said to Xiao Hei: "I am a guest at your uncle's house. Is it okay for you to listen to your mother and sit there and eat your food peacefully? Don't be naughty?"
Xiao Hei frowned, lowered his head and continued to nibble on the small yellow croaker in his hand. From the corner of his eye, he secretly glanced at Yang Ruoqing beside him.
Yang Ruoqing sat there and looked at him quietly.
He was so frightened that he quickly turned back his peripheral vision. There were nails piercing his buttocks under the stool, and he sat there twisting and turning like a maggot.
If it weren't for the fact that Yang Huamei had shaken hands with Yang Huamei and made peace with her earlier in the kitchen, if Yang Huamei hadn't been wiping Mr. Tan in a panic and guilt at this moment, if it hadn't been for Wang Hongquan who was ashamed to explain to Yang Huazhong apologetically, if it hadn't been for Mr. Tan himself who said it. It's not permed, it's not permed...' With these words to smooth things over, Yang Ruoqing is really going to get angry again.
"Come on, father-in-law, Xiaohei's father, let's go together first."
As Yang Huazhong and the others raised their glasses, the pre-dinner episode came to an end.
Mrs. Sun greeted everyone to eat, and then got up personally to pick up dishes for Mrs. Tan and Yang Huamei.
"Xiao Hei, are you doing it yourself? Or will your third aunt do it for you?" asked Sun with a smile, always so amiable.
Yang Huamei didn't give Xiao Hei a chance to speak at all, and said directly: "Third sister-in-law, you can do whatever you want. You are such a grown-up person. You have your own hands and feet to eat whatever you want. Third sister-in-law, you can eat it yourself too!"
Sun smiled and nodded. Before sitting down, she put a big chicken leg into Xiao Hei's bowl.
The little black croaker didn't even raise his eyelids. He dropped the little yellow croaker head in his hand and came to gnaw on the big chicken leg.
Yang Huamei patted his arm: "Third aunt is picking up food for you, but you don't know what to say?"
Xiao Hei was stunned for a moment, raised his head and said to Sun's buzzing voice: "Thank you, Third Aunt."
"It's okay, just eat, eat more." Mrs. Sun said.
Xiao Hei lowered his head and started lashing out, just like a fat pig that had been hungry for three days and suddenly thrust its nose into a trough full of food. The scene was extremely impactful.
Yang Ruoqing next to me looked...hungry!
The next meal went quite smoothly. Apart from Xiao Hei burying his head in eating, the chicken bones, fish bones and other garlic and ginger he spat out were piled half a foot high beside the bowl. There was basically nothing wrong with it. .
Mrs. Tan was the first to finish eating and put down her chopsticks. "My father-in-law, you continue to eat. I will go back to the house first."
Wang Hongquan subconsciously turned around to say 'yes' to Tan, but found that Tan's words 'father-in-law' were not directed at him at all.
Opposite me, Lao Suntou and Mr. Tan smiled and nodded, "Okay, okay."
Mrs. Tan then turned and left, never looking at Wang Hongquan from the beginning to the end.
"I'm full too. I'll take my mother back to the house." Yang Huamei quickly got up and caught up with Mrs. Tan, helping her to leave the main room together.
At the dinner table, Wang Hongquan was a little embarrassed, but thinking about it, it was not surprising. This was not the first time that Mrs. Tan had embarrassed him. Even when she went to Lao Wang's house for dinner yesterday, she always ignored him.
"Master Xiaohei, come on, let's leave another one."
Yang Huazhong quickly picked up the wine bottle in his hand and came over to resolve the embarrassment. Wang Hongquan smiled and raised the wine cup to receive the wine, and the two started drinking again.
Xiao Hei was so full that he sat there and rolled his eyes. He had already burped no less than twenty times. He raised his head and saw that his father and his third uncle were smashing their mouths at the bar and drinking. He couldn't help but lick the corners of his mouth and said to Wang Hongquan: "Master , give me a sip too?"
Wang Hongquan stared, "Nonsense, how can you kids drink wine?"
The old man's words not only failed to shock Xiao Hei at all, but also aroused his curiosity. Xiao Hei stood up and ran to Wang Hong's side, reaching out to grab the wine cup in his hand.
"Hey, what are you doing? This kid..." Wang Hongquan was caught off guard, and the wine cup was snatched away by Xiao Hei.
Half of the wine spilled out, splashing on Wang Hongquan's eyebrows and beard, and a few drops got into his eyes. It was so spicy that Wang Hongquan immediately covered his eyes and gasped.
Xiao Hei didn't care about his father's life or death. When he was about to put the wine cup to his lips with a smile, his wrist was tightly held by a big iron-like hand.
He looked up and saw a cold face.
"Third, third uncle..."
"Put down the wine cup!" Yang Huazhong said solemnly.
Xiao Hei was stunned and looked straight at Yang Huazhong.
"I say it again, put down the wine cup!" Yang Huazhong stared at Xiao Hei fiercely and said in an accentuated tone.
Xiao Hei's eyes suddenly showed panic for a moment.
According to common sense, Yang Huazhong's deterrence was just right, neither beating nor scolding.
But the old Suntou on the side saw this and smoothed things over with a smile: "Hahaha, Hong Quan, your grandson looks like you. It seems that he will be able to drink in the future. But, Xiao Hei, you are still young, wait." I’ve been drinking it for a few years now, and now my hands are shaking and I can’t hold a pen and write.”
Wang Hongquan also wiped his eyes at this time. Hearing what Lao Suntou said, he smiled and said: "This kid is tough and wants to touch everything he sees. There is really nothing you can do against him."
Lao Suntou was also good at talking about those who carried the sedan chair, and added: "For boys, it is a good thing to be curious. Those who are timid will eventually lose their manhood."
Wang Hongquan smiled and nodded again.
As for Xiao Hei, his eyes were darting around. Old Sun Tou's words inexplicably made him more confident, and his chest was filled with a sense of manliness.
