"Old lady, you are hungry, why don't you go back to the house and have some snacks to cushion your bed?" Old Yangtou asked.
Mrs. Tan held her stomach and said, "I'm not hungry, don't talk nonsense."
As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, her stomach growled twice more, and the sound was louder than before.
Annoyed, Mrs. Tan raised her hand and slapped her stomach hard, like slapping on an empty and leaky drum, making two muffled sounds.
Old Yangtou looked dumbfounded.
This tough-talking old woman just admits it when she's hungry. What's so shameful about it?
"I don't eat snacks. If I eat snacks at night, my teeth will develop!" Tan added with a groan.
Under the moonlight, the old lady's face turned red, but her stubborn look remained the same.
"This is a good living habit. It's really not advisable to eat sweets before going to bed at night."
A crisp voice sounded from behind the two of them, and immediately, Yang Ruoqing was seen entering the backyard from the side door of the front yard.
Under the moonlight, Yang Ruoqing was smiling and holding a food box in her hand.
"Grandma, these are the dumplings I made today. I'll give you a few to try."
"Smell it, it's very fragrant! There's also chive flower sauce."
Yang Ruoqing came to Mrs. Tan gracefully, opened the lid of the food box and sent it to Mrs. Tan.
Tan's words of stubborn refusal were already on her lips. As a result, the aroma from the food box hit her nostrils, especially the aroma of chive flower sauce, which hit her face.
It's over.
Mrs. Tan knew that she really couldn't resist now. Her stomach seemed to sense the struggle of her body, and she immediately let out a long series of louder protest sounds.
Mrs. Tan's face turned red with embarrassment, and she wanted to punch herself in the stomach again. She strongly suspected that there was a strange thing living in her stomach, a glutton. She always made such strange and inappropriate screams tonight, which was a total embarrassment to herself.
"It's so good, why did you think of giving dumplings to an old woman like me?" Tan asked Yang Ruoqing in a muttered voice.
If I remember correctly, the two mothers and grandsons got into trouble the day the Luo family hosted Nuanzao Wine.
In the next few days, the two of them did not interact with each other. Yang Ruoqing didn't think it was a big deal. She had a lot to do every day.
But Tan is different.
Because she has nothing to do every day, she pays special attention to this. In order to avoid the embarrassment of Yang Ruoqing when she comes to the village entrance, the number of times Tan visits Yongxiao in the second room has been reduced during this period!
As for the fourth room, unless there is something special and special, Mrs. Tan is not willing to go there to visit.
As for eating and drinking with the fourth room this month, Liu Jinchuan and Yang Huaming took turns sending them to the old house. She would not go there easily.
Sometimes they didn't have time to give it away, so they asked Lao Yangtou to bring a bowl back to her after eating.
"Why should I bring dumplings to grandma?" Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Of course I am fulfilling my filial piety for my parents. With our ancestral love, I don't want to bring you dumplings!"
"You damn fat girl, are you trying to make me angry?"
"Haha, do you want to eat these dumplings?"
"If you don't eat, it's free. Whoever doesn't eat is a fool!"
Mrs. Tan dodged the food box in Yang Ruoqing's hand, cursed and returned to the east room. Soon, the lights came on in the east room.
But the brightness of the light has obviously been adjusted by Tan. It is not bright and a bit dim, but it can illuminate how Tan picks up the dumplings with chopsticks and puts them into his mouth. He can also put them into his mouth accurately without stuffing them into his nostrils. go.
The profile of her eating dumplings was projected on the window paper, one bite after another, slurping, slurping, eating with great joy.
In the yard, Lao Yangtou and Yang Ruoqing were watching Mrs. Tan eating dumplings. Lao Yangtou turned around with a look of astonishment on his face.
"Qing'er, I was really worried about you just now, for fear that you might start arguing again!"
If the situation is serious, the old woman might overturn the food box and dumplings, which would cause too much trouble. After all, Qing'er was kind enough to bring the food over...
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Haha, it was a false alarm, but it turned out to be exactly the opposite of what you were worried about, right?"
Not only did Mrs. Tan not overturn the food boxes and dumplings, she even took the initiative to grab them without anyone asking for help, and ate them happily by herself!
Old Yang nodded, stroking his beard and looking at Yang Ruoqing with admiration. He lowered his voice and said, "You still have a way, you are really impressed by this move!"
Coaxing with kind words and kind words may not necessarily work, but will become more and more powerful and endless.
It might be better to do the opposite.
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, and there was not much pride in Old Yangtou's praise.
Because she understands Tan.
Yang Ruoqing had seen a lot of Tan's somewhat deformed character, and it was no problem to deal with this old lady.
As for whether to control it, when to control it, and to what extent, it all depends on Yang Ruoqing's mood and time schedule at the time.
In short, she felt confident that she could arouse Tan's mood swings, whether it was anger or joy, she had the final say.
After a few casual chats with Old Yangtou, they agreed that when Old Yangtou went to the fourth room to have breakfast tomorrow morning, he would send the food box and bowls and chopsticks for dumplings to the Luo family, and then Yang Ruoqing returned home.
After walking out of the main entrance of the old Yang family's house for a while, Yang Ruoqing turned her head.
I found that the old man was standing in the middle of the bluestone pavement at the entrance of the old house holding a dry tobacco pole.
He was smoking a dry cigarette in his mouth, and a small firelight flickered in front of him. The old man's eyes were looking directly at the end of the bluestone slab, in the direction Yang Ruoqing left.
Nani?
Are you still coming out to see me off?
This unprecedented discovery surprised Yang Ruoqing.
But she didn't expose it, pretended not to notice, and walked straight forward. Then at the corner of the intersection, she didn't look back, but raised her hand twice in the direction behind her.
The figure then completely disappeared at the intersection.
Old Yangtou stood at the door of the main room of the old house. When he saw Yang Ruoqing's movements, the old man was startled.
Then, the old man nodded slightly, with a flash of relief in his eyes, turned around, entered the main room door, closed the door tightly, and lowered the bolt.
In such a long main hall, it is divided into two parts by the patio in the middle. Now, in such a long and deep main hall, only the grandson Yang Yongzhi's family lives in his room.
Moreover, Hong'er stayed in the town academy all year round, so Yang Yongzhi's family of three lived in the front hall most of the time.
When Lao Yangtou passed the door of the house where Yang Yongzhi and the others slept, he heard the sound of Yang Yongzhi snoring from inside.
Apart from this, there was no other sound in this deep hall.
The old man sighed.
Old Yangtou came to the backyard again, and saw that the rooms in the west room were also dark, with General Tie holding the door. The old man sighed again.
The courtyard of such a large old Yang family, which has three entrances, was so lively in the early years. Adults shouted to children, and women came in and out to do business.
