Anyone who is familiar with her fighting methods knows that this old lady is secretly mobilizing her troops to launch a powerful attack on the old man!
"Milk!"
"mother!"
"Mom, don't do this!"
It was Yang Huamei's words that helped. He shouted loudly and immediately scared off Tan's thousands of troops.
Mrs. Tan turned around and looked at Yang Huamei in surprise. The old lady was a little worried because her daughter had shouted in a hurry.
When Tan turned around, Yang Huamei grabbed Tan's sleeve and tried to persuade her: "Mom, you are all here to accompany me to recuperate. For my sake, can you please stop making noise?"
"It was your father who started the quarrel, it's none of my business!" Tan said angrily.
Yang Huamei glanced at Old Yangtou again. Old Yangtou also had an innocent face, but he was a man after all, and in this aspect he was more magnanimous than Tan.
He just sighed and didn't argue.
Yang Huamei withdrew her gaze and then said to Mrs. Tan, "Mom, those who talk too much don't have anything nice to say, but you are all the people who love me the most in the world."
"I'm sick right now, so please don't let a few verbal arguments affect my mood for recovery, okay?"
Tan gritted his teeth and knitted his gray brows together.
Looking carefully, the old lady's eyes seemed a little aggrieved.
But even if she was wronged, she would not cry and tell her grievances. She stiffened her neck, turned her face to one side, and snorted heavily in her nostrils.
Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.
This snort was Tan's compromise in disguise.
At the table, Yang Huazhong glanced at the sky outside, stood up and said, "The rain has almost stopped. Dad, it's time for us to go back. We'll see Mei'er another day."
This is a place of right and wrong, and it is easy for the old couple to get into fights if they get together, so it is better to separate.
"Dad, you might as well go back, my mother and Lian'er are making buns at home!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Yang Huazhong nodded: "Okay, I'll go back and help chop the stuffing."
In the past, when Yang Huazhong's leg was not injured, he would always chop the fillings when making meat buns at home.
If making beef buns or beef meatballs, he needs to beat them by hand.
The beef fillings made by the man's strength and hand-beating make the fillings and meatballs very elastic.
Of course, this word is Yang Ruoqing's understanding, and in their words, it sounds awkward.
After Yang Huazhong pushed Lao Yangtou and left, only the mother and daughter of the Tan family, Yang Huamei, and Yang Ruoqing were left in the room.
Yang Huamei let go of Tan's sleeves and leaned back. After the previous persuasion, Yang Huamei's body seemed a little tense.
Lying there, sweating on his forehead.
Mrs. Tan originally wanted to complain a few words, but when she saw this, she suddenly became nervous.
"Mei'er, why are you sweating so much? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
At the same time, the old lady urged Yang Ruoqing: "Don't sit there stupidly, hurry up and see what's going on with your aunt!"
Yang Ruoqing held down Yang Huamei's wrist, then stopped her hand and said to Mrs. Tan, "My aunt was made angry by you. You and my father quarreled, which made my aunt worry about her. Her condition will relapse when her mood fluctuates."
Tan subconsciously retorted: "What? It's not me who wants to argue, it's that old guy..."
"Nai, look at you, you have such a bad temper, how can you accompany the patient? The patient just needs to cultivate his moral character and be pure. If you do this again, we will take you away and you will not be allowed to stay here!"
Yang Ruoqing deliberately lowered her face and warned her. The most important thing was that Tan was worried about Yang Huamei, which made her hold back all her retorts.
The old lady sat on the edge of the bed with her head drooped, holding Yang Huamei's hand tightly outside the quilt, her facial features wrinkled together with worry.
Yang Ruoqing took out a bag of things and put it next to the pillow.
"Auntie, keep this pack of donkey-hide gelatin. It will replenish qi and blood. It will be good for your body."
Yang Huamei nodded with a weak smile, "Dabai also brought a lot of things back, why do you have to spend so much money, Qing'er!"
Yang Ruoqing's lips curved, "Dabai is Dabai, this is my intention."
Speaking of Dabai, Yang Ruoqing subconsciously turned her head and looked at the door.
She came here with her fourth aunt earlier, and her fourth aunt chased Dabai into the kitchen to eat and drink. It had been a while, but why hadn't they come back yet?
Just as I was thinking this, the sound of footsteps came.
Mrs. Liu and Dabai entered the house one after another. Mrs. Liu smiled and looked satisfied, with half a red bean on her chin.
"Meier, your Dabai is so filial. He brought you such delicious food. You have a filial son!"
Mrs. Liu stepped through the door of the west room with one foot, and the sound of praise reached the bedside.
Yang Ruoqing and Tan went to see Liu at the same time, and they both thought of one sentence in their minds:
The grasper has a short hand, and the eater has a short mouth.
Mrs. Tan gave Mrs. Liu a look: "What you eat is wolfberry and red bean porridge, what you say is flattery!"
Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and smiled.
Yang Huamei also smiled.
Mrs. Liu was startled and her face turned slightly red, but this did not affect her speech at all.
"When someone gives me food, why can't I ask for a few nice words? I don't want some people to pick up the bowl to eat and then put the bowl down to curse. That's called a wolf-hearted thing."
Tan suddenly thought of the quarrel between her and Liu two days ago, and Liu also said this.
So when I heard Mrs. Liu say this again, I subconsciously felt that Mrs. Liu was beating me up again.
Mrs. Tan patted the stool and was about to raise it again. Yang Ruoqing coughed heavily.
"Milk, my aunt's sweating has just subsided."
Tan froze for a moment.
She looked at the pale Yang Huamei lying on the bed, and then at the sullen Mr. Liu. She gritted her teeth and said, "I'm the only eyesore here. I'm going to squat in the toilet!"
The old lady went out in anger.
Yang Huamei sighed softly and said to Yang Ruoqing: "This morning, there has been so much noise that I have never heard of it. I think this temper will be hard to change even when I'm a hundred years old."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "A sharp mouth but a soft heart."
Mrs. Liu found a stool and sat down. She burped and said to Yang Huamei: "I asked Dabai in the kitchen earlier. Dabai is really sensible. He brought you so many good things to nourish you."
When it comes to Dabai, Yang Huamei's eyes are full of smiles, and her eyes also fall on Dabai, who has been standing at the table.
Dabai was pouring tea when he came over with two bowls of tea, one for Liu and one for Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Liu both took the tea.
Dabai came to Yang Huamei again and asked Yang Huamei warmly: "Mom, I bought meat bones and killed a chicken. What do you want to eat at noon?"
Yang Huamei's eyes were even more pleased, "Anything is fine."
Dabai nodded, "Okay, let's make chicken soup. I'll make it right."
Dabai did not stay in the room longer and went to get busy. In the west room, Mrs. Liu said to Yang Huamei: "Mei'er, I asked Dabai in the kitchen earlier and he made some arrangements for the shop. These two Tian will stay at home to serve you!"
"Hey, even if your daughter-in-law Hongmei is not very good, you have a good son. Look, you are still lucky to be both a son and a daughter."
