Tan slapped himself in the mouth and spat on the ground again, which meant that the bad luck was gone, and the last sentence was not counted.
Yang Huamei couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this.
"Mom, it's okay. I don't have those taboos. Please stop hitting yourself."
“As long as there are no taboos,” Tan said.
She gently held Yang Huamei's face and once again imparted her experience in running a house with sincere words:
"There are some things that you can turn a blind eye to, but there are some things that you must grasp tightly and not let up in the slightest."
"In your small family, what do you have to hold on to? That is your family's money and supplies,"
"Only by firmly grasping these two pieces will you have a place in this family and your words will have weight."
"Mom, I know, you have said these words a hundred times..."
"Mom, aren't you afraid that if you don't remember it, you will be sold later and help you count the money?"
"Mom, who sold me? To whom? What can I do if I sell it?"
"Hey, my Mei'er is fine. Even if she and that sick man Wang Shuanzi reconcile today, tomorrow the matchmaker will step on the threshold of our family. Do you believe it?"
Yang Huamei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shook her head repeatedly, "Mom, please stop saying these words, I can't bear it!"
"Okay, I'll talk to you carefully that night when you go to bed."
Yang Huamei sat up in shock, "What? Are you still staying tonight?"
Mrs. Tan opened one eye in displeasure: "What? You still dislike my mother staying to sleep with you?"
"Mom, it's not that I dislike it..."
"It's not dislike, what is that? You can't live without that sick man in your family, so you're not happy to be separated for one night?"
"Uh..." Yang Huamei blushed.
"You're sick right now, and you can't do anything while sleeping with him. You've been sleeping with him all year round, and you're tired of my mother just sleeping with you for one night? Hey, no wonder they say girls are foreign ministers. It's true at all. Heartbroken..."
Mrs. Tan turned her face away, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured in through the gap in the window, covering the side of Ms. Tan's face.
From Yang Huamei's perspective, Tan's face looked lonely, especially the hair on her temples was all white.
Only a few of the hair on her head are still black, and she sits there like an old lady in her dying years.
Especially Tan's next words hit Yang Huamei's heart like a tear gas bomb.
"Hey, mother is already seventy years old, and I don't know how many more years I can stay with you."
"In recent days, I often dream about your eldest brother and second brother. Maybe they are here to pick me up..."
Tears burst into Yang Huamei's eyes, and she leaned down and hugged Ms. Tan tightly.
"Mom, I don't allow you to say those words. If you want to live a long life, you must!"
Mrs. Tan also hugged Yang Huamei with her backhand, nodded gently with red eyes, and said with all her strength, choked with sobs: "Okay, my mother will live a few more years, my mother will fight with the sky and the earth. Even if the king of hell comes to arrest me, I will not give up!"
The dinner was as per Mr. Tan's request. Three ounces of dried noodles were boiled in the hoof flower soup, and four poached eggs were cracked.
"Come on, Mei'er, eat it while it's hot."
Yang Huamei looked at the pile of bowls and felt helpless, "Mom, I'm almost in confinement now, I can't eat..."
"Why can't you eat it? How fragrant is this? You have to know that you almost had to eat the Yuanbao Candle!"
Yang Huamei shuddered all over when she heard this at night.
In order to prevent Mrs. Tan from saying other more terrifying words, she had no choice but to sit up obediently.
"Xiao Hei also got him two poached eggs."
Mrs. Tan added that she knew that Yang Huamei said she wanted to be strict with Xiao Hei, but she must be pretending to be Xiao Hei in her heart. After all, she gave birth to her son.
So Tan said it first.
Yang Huamei was relieved when she heard this.
"The boy saw there were four in your bowl and wanted four, but I scolded him back."
Mrs. Tan stood beside the bed and started talking again.
"He eats and goes to bed late at night, and he is not afraid of getting fat! He ate six taels of noodles, a bowl of porridge, and two poached eggs. He can't eat any more."
After hearing the long list reported by Tan, Yang Huamei nodded in agreement. It was indeed enough.
Yang Huamei didn't dare to care about what others ate. She knew that in Tan's eyes, except for her and Xiao Hei, the other three people in this family couldn't even breathe.
Just wait until tomorrow. You won’t need your mother to accompany you tomorrow.
"Mom, I have you here to take care of me. I am recovering well from my illness. I lie in bed eating and drinking every day."
"I wonder what happened to Mrs. Jiawang? Logically speaking, we fell into the water together. I'm sick, and she shouldn't be much better either?"
Regarding this topic, Tan’s response was as follows:
"Humph, who knows? It would be better if a sinister person like her dies!"
"Mom, don't say that..."
"When I say that, I'm just complimenting her. Mei'er, you're so good. Why do you care about what your mortal enemy is doing when you almost lost your life?"
"Mom, we are not mortal enemies, and quarrels are common. Besides, cousin Jiawang's mother was still a cousin to my father back then. It seems that our two families even moved around when I was young, right?"
Tan curled his lips and turned his face to one side.
From an angle that Yang Huamei couldn't see, a trace of reminiscence and loneliness flashed across the old lady's eyes.
But it was soon replaced by irritability, and she said impatiently: "Only a ghost can remember something that took so long."
"Why has it been so long? It was only twenty years ago. I remember that time..."
"Okay, okay, don't talk about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet. Let's eat noodles quickly. After eating, wash your feet and go to bed!"
Mrs. Tan put down these words rudely and kicked out of the house with her little feet, holding a wooden basin in her hand.
I went to fetch water for Yang Huamei.
Yang Huamei was stunned and suddenly realized something.
Yes, Jiawang's mother is my father's cousin, and she was related to my father when she came here. It was also because of my father that my mother gave me such warm hospitality.
Times have changed, and now my parents are incompatible with each other...
Hey, I am really sick and stupid. I really don’t want to pick up the pot. No wonder my mother doesn’t want to hear it!
In the hall, Wang Hongquan, Wang Shuanzi and Xiaohei were sitting around the table having dinner.
Ms. Tan rarely had midnight meals ten years ago, especially on winter nights. Her principle was not to eat after lunch.
I only eat a little at night unless there are very special circumstances.
So when Wang Shuanzi and the others invited her to eat together at Lao Wang's house, she refused.
At this moment, he was bulging with anger, which startled the three men at the table.
Wang Shuanzi stood up quickly, "Mom, have you changed your mind? Come sit down and have something to eat, and I'll get you bowls and chopsticks..."
"Eat, eat, eat, eat your head, I want to get water to wash Mei'er's feet!"
Poor Wang Shuanzi got sprayed for no apparent reason.
But he would not be angry. He quickly put down his chopsticks and came over to take the basin. He smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go get some water for Mei'er right now. Mom, you go and have a rest first!"
"Excuse me, are you trying to teach me how to do things?"
Wang Shuanzi: "..."
Wang Hongquan at the table buried his head and silently picked up the food, not daring to speak loudly throughout the process.
Xiao Hei also shrank his shoulders and did not dare to say a word.
