Yang Huazhong himself was not a person who liked to inquire about gossip, but Old Yangtou's mysterious look accidentally aroused his curiosity.
He leaned over and came closer.
Then, Old Yang took something out of his arms, waved it in front of Yang Huazhong's eyes, and quickly put it back.
It really shook, and the movement was very fast.
But Yang Huazhong still saw clearly, his eyes widened in shock, and his tone revealed disbelief and some surprise.
"Cigarette bag?"
"Um!"
"Dad, how did you get this cigarette bag?"
Suddenly thinking of something, Yang Huazhong became nervous, "Dad, you couldn't have taken advantage of my mother when she wasn't paying attention..."
Lao Yang's eyes widened and he laughed and cursed: "What are you talking about, you bastard? Are you and me like that?"
“In this life, I don’t seek anything else, but I seek to be aboveboard!”
"You spit on me and nail me, and you ask me to do that kind of petty theft? I would rather die!"
Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly: "Dad, it's my fault, I made a slip of the tongue. I trust you as a person, I trust you!"
"That cigarette bag...could it be that my mother gave it to you?" he asked again.
Old Yangtou chuckled, his face full of pride.
"She didn't give it to her," the old man said.
Yang Huazhong was surprised again: "Huh? It's not for you? Then it's still the same?"
Old Yangtou: "She gave it to me!"
Sent?
Yang Huazhong's heart was tightened for a while and then loosened again.
Going back and forth, he felt like sweat was forming on his head.
"Is it a gift? Haha, that's good, that's good!"
Yang Huazhong said a few words in a row, but he was dull and couldn't say much.
However, the old lady kept the cigarette bag for the old man and gave it back to the old man today.
From this incident, no matter how dull Yang Huazhong was, he could clearly feel the change in the old lady's attitude towards the old man.
Of course, it was just because it was Yang Huazhong. If it were Yang Ruoqing, after hearing the old man's conversation, he would definitely give the old man a nickname: Old Man Fan!
A typical master of Versailles!
This old man can produce such an effect on a mere cigarette bag, it's extraordinary!
…
Yang Huazhong returned to the main room and continued to eat dumplings. His face was full of joy, as if he had gone to the yard and picked up a few gold ingots.
"Third brother, what's going on? You're laughing so hard. Tell me what good things you have to say and let's listen together!" Ms. Liu blinked and kept asking Yang Huazhong.
Yang Huazhong kept in mind Old Yang's previous instructions and shook his head repeatedly: "Nothing, I'm just happy. This old man gave dumplings to the old lady to eat, and the old lady ate them."
When Mrs. Liu heard this, she immediately became excited, "Oh, this is really... the sun has risen to the west, isn't the old lady pretentious?"
Everyone else looked at Liu and Yang Huazhong with a smile.
Yang Huazhong nodded, "Yes, this time the old lady accepted the old man's kindness, so I am very happy."
Moreover, the old lady ate the dumplings sent by the old man and gave him a tobacco bag in return, which made him even more happy.
But he promised the old man to keep the matter of the dry cigarette bag a secret, so Yang Huazhong could only secretly rejoice on his own.
"Dad Qing'er, why are you back alone? Why don't you take our father over and eat some dumplings?" Mrs. Sun came over and asked him.
Yang Huazhong waved his hand: "Dad said that he and mother had eaten together and when they were full, he asked us not to give it away."
"Ah? That's it... Then I have to send another bowl over, and then there's Yu Xingkui!" said Sun.
Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, and then said: "There's no need to send it away. I'll just shout to Xingkui and ask him to come over to this room and eat with us!"
Soon, Yu Xingkui was called over.
Then Mrs. Sun handed over the bowls and chopsticks, and Mrs. Liu held her own bowl (I can’t remember which bowl of dumplings it was) and came near Yu Xingkui.
"Hey, I heard that you accompanied the old man to the east room to deliver dumplings to the old lady? Please tell us the process in detail!"
Yu Xingkui held the bowl and was a little embarrassed to say it.
Mrs. Liu bumped Yu Xingkui with her elbow: "Hey, you are a big man, why would you be embarrassed if I asked you to say something? Stop dilly-dallying and say it quickly!"
Yu Xingkui hesitated and said: "This, this, this is not good, right? If Old Uncle Yang finds out, he will scold me."
Mrs. Liu gave Yu Xingkui an angry look: "Hey, now you only listen to your old Uncle Yang and not to us? You have to think about it, who paid you to come and take care of him? Who is your real owner."
"Now my boss wants to inquire about something from you, but you're still hesitating. Why? Don't you want this job?"
Yu Xingkui's face turned red. He was holding the bowl and was too embarrassed to take off his chopsticks. He was sitting there on pins and needles.
Seeing this, Mrs. Sun quickly helped Yu Xingkui to rescue him.
"Xingkui, don't listen to my fourth brother and sister. If you want to say something, just say it. If you don't want to say something, don't say it. No one will annoy you." said Sun.
"Also, even if you want to talk, you have to eat the dumplings first. They won't taste good when they get cold. They are filled with meat!" Mrs. Sun added.
Yu Xingkui smiled gratefully at Mr. Sun.
Just as she was about to immerse herself in eating dumplings, Mrs. Liu spoke again: "If you don't tell me, you won't be a man. I can't even ask you about such a thing. Don't you want next month's salary?"
Anyone sitting here who knows Liu's character and temperament knows that Liu's words cannot be taken seriously. She is joking and deliberately scares Yu Xingkui.
However, the speaker did not mean it, but the listener did it intentionally. If he deliberately said it in this tone and way on such an occasion, it would inevitably make Yu Xingkui feel a little unhappy.
Therefore, Yu Xingkui, who had just stuffed a dumpling into his mouth and chewed it, was really bitter and embarrassed.
The dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse and meat, which were originally so delicious, now had no taste for him.
Just like a prisoner who is about to be executed, he has the right to order his own food before death. Whatever he wants to eat, as long as it is not too much, we will try our best to satisfy you.
At this time, even if your favorite fried chicken and beer are delivered to you, can you still secrete dopamine in front of this pile of delicious food?
That certainly can’t be the case!
Whatever you eat at this time is no different than chewing a ball of torn cotton wool.
Although Yu Xingkui was not going to the guillotine, Liu had deliberately used errands to pretend to threaten him twice.
No matter how you put it, it also put a psychological burden on Yu Xingkui.
"Fourth sister-in-law, please, don't make things difficult for me. I'm just a person responsible for taking care of Old Uncle Yang's daily life. I don't listen to other things about Old Uncle Yang that I shouldn't, and I don't ask about things that I shouldn't. I won’t say anything else, unless there is some special situation for Mr. Yang, I have to report it to the third brother, fourth brother, and fifth brother in time. It is also for the sake of old Uncle Yang’s health. Otherwise, other things I don’t even dare to mix it up, please just forgive me!”
