"Ha, take a shower? My aunt has a job, and the sanitation work was immediately taken care of. This is a good thing!" Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
No matter what season it is, taking a bath frequently is generally a good thing, not a bad thing.
Mrs. Tan shook her head anxiously, "What do you know? From the time I got up in the morning to this moment, your aunt has washed her face three times!"
"I've already washed my skin. Look, the water is still boiling in this big pot. I have to continue washing!"
"ah?"
It turns out that the steaming cauldron is the bath water that my aunt boiled for me?
"There is indeed something wrong with this. Unless she falls into a latrine, no good person would dare to wash herself to death like this!"
Yang Ruoqing said to herself and hurried towards the main room of the new house.
As soon as he entered the main room, he met Yang Huamei who had just come out of the shower.
Yang Huamei not only took a shower, but also washed her hair.
Her hair was wrapped in a large dry handkerchief and piled on top of her head. She was wearing a set of white cotton clothes and trousers of the same style underneath.
He was barefoot and wearing a pair of cloth shoes for washing feet. He was carrying a wooden bucket in his hand. The wooden bucket was filled with water after bathing. He swayed towards the door of the main room. It seemed that he was preparing to splash the bath water. .
When she saw Mrs. Tan, Yang Huamei was surprised.
"Mom, why are you still here? Didn't I tell you that I was busy today and asked you to go back first?" Yang Huamei said.
Don't look at the irritable, impatient and cannibalistic look that Mrs. Tan had when talking to Yang Ruoqing before. Now when faced with Yang Huamei's angry and impatient questioning, Mrs. Tan has completely turned the other way.
She laughed along with her, her tone also slowed down, and she even said cautiously: "I was just planning to go back. Didn't I see Zhuang Zhuang playing alone in the yard? You haven't come out yet, so I was thinking of helping you first. Keep an eye on Zhuangzhuang, and when you come out after washing, I will go back..."
"Qing'er?"
"Xiao Duo?"
"Why are you here too?"
Before Tan could finish her words, she was interrupted by Yang Huamei, because only then did Yang Huamei realize that at the Eight Immortals table in the main room, sisters Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoduo were standing there.
And judging from their posture, the sisters entered the main room before Mr. Tan.
"Auntie, we, Duoer, happened to come to the south for some business. When we passed by your door, we saw grandma playing with Zhuangzhuang in the yard, so we turned in."
Yang Ruoqing explained with a smile, and her eyes fell on Yang Huamei: "Auntie, are you taking a shower? Will washing your hair this morning give you a headache and a cold?"
Yang Huamei's eyes suddenly became a little panicked, and she hesitated a few words. Yang Ruoqing didn't hear what she said clearly at all.
After Yang Huamei finished hesitating, she quickly ran to the yard to pour water with the wooden bucket.
After pouring the water, he dived into the kitchen.
Mrs. Tan turned to look at Yang Ruoqing and stamped her feet anxiously: "You've seen it, right? I'm going to scoop up water to take a bath again, but what should I do?"
After saying this, Mrs. Tan chased her to the kitchen.
Xiaoduo also followed.
Yang Ruoqing did not go there for the time being, but came to the west room where Yang Huamei slept, holding on to the door frame and looking inside.
He was probably taking a shower in the room, as the dark room was filled with thick water vapor in the air.
On the ground in front of the bed, there was a large, empty wooden bathtub, with water overflowing in a large circle around the bathtub.
There was a small stool with a chair back beside the wooden basin. On the stool were neatly folded clean clothes. On the ground next to the stool, there was a pile of clothes that had just been changed.
In addition, soap powder for washing clothes and soap for washing hands and face are all placed beside the big basin.
Not counting all this, Yang Ruoqing also saw something similar to a bathing flower.
It's just that it's not made of plastic, but made of very old loofahs grown by the farmers themselves, and the loofah sacs inside are used to make them.
This thing made of loofah sacs is usually used for washing pots and dishes because it is relatively tough.
My aunt actually used something to scrub her body. Oh my god, washing bald skin is really not a joke, it really happens!
What is this? What is this?
Did he really fall into the pit?
"Mei'er, please listen to my mother's advice and don't wash it again. No matter how much you wash it, your skin will be gone!"
"Mei'er, what's the matter with you? Just tell mom and she'll help you think of a solution. Don't keep it to yourself and torment yourself!"
"Mom, what are you talking about? I just want to take a bath. I didn't wash it thoroughly before. I'll wash it again..."
"You've already washed yourself three times, and even the shit on your body has been washed away. What else are you washing? You can't wash it anymore..."
"Mom, what are you doing? Don't stop me. This is my business. Don't worry about it..."
"Auntie, don't get excited, I'll push it to grandma later."
"Xiaoduo, please help aunt pull your grandma out..."
"Xiao Duo, come over and don't pull me. It's your aunt you're trying to stop. Don't let her wash anymore!"
"aunt……"
"Stop your grandma!"
"grandmother……"
"..."
Amidst the conversation that sounded like kicking a ball, Yang Ruoqing rushed directly into the kitchen.
She snatched the barrel from Yang Huamei's hand and threw it to the ground, then put her body between Yang Huamei and Tan.
"Auntie, what's going on with you? If you keep washing like this, you're going to have a big problem, do you know?"
Yang Huamei's hands were empty and she subconsciously wanted to pick up the empty bucket on the ground.
Yang Ruoqing kicked the bucket directly to the kitchen door.
Make it impossible for Yang Huamei to pick it up!
Yang Huamei was so anxious that her eyes were red, and she complained to Yang Ruoqing: "What are you doing, Qing'er? How can you use a brand new bucket if it gets broken later?"
"Besides, I'm not clean. What if I want to take a bath? Are you too strict with each other?"
Tan choked up: "Meier, don't be angry, we are worried about you."
"I'm fine, why are you so worried? Really!"
Yang Huamei muttered and walked out to pick up the bucket.
As a result, Yang Ruoqing dragged her back again.
This time Yang Ruoqing directly pushed Yang Huamei's sleeves up her arms, revealing her washed red arms.
"Auntie, look at your arms. You used the loofah sacs to rub them into this horrible shape. Your skin has been damaged!"
"You must stop immediately, otherwise your damaged skin will become inflamed and you will suffer the consequences! Even if it heals, your arms will still be left with scars all over them, like a ghost!"
Yang Huamei's arm had been damaged in many places, with large chunks of skin falling off in some places, and dense blood beads as big as pinholes even seeping out.
Suddenly exposed to everyone's sight, Tan was so frightened that he screamed.
She rushed forward and grabbed Yang Huamei's arm, put her face close to him and looked at her, her face full of horror, her voice trembling: "Meier, you are crazy! Is this a trick?"
