When Lao Yangtou saw the spoon brought to his mouth, he felt like he was dreaming.
Hearing the sound of Mrs. Tan feeding him, he felt as if he was sitting on a cloud, his whole body was drifting, it was so unreal.
"What are you doing standing still? Open your mouth, why are you not as smart as Yongxiao!"
Tan urged again, comparing the old Yangtou with the several-month-old Yang Yongxiao.
When Old Yangtou heard these words of blame and disgust, he regained his familiar feeling.
He chuckled and took a sip.
The porridge is very thick, fragrant and glutinous in the mouth, with a faint salty aroma. It takes no effort to swallow it in one bite.
After swallowing it, a wisp of delicious food lingered between his lips and tongue.
That kind of deliciousness is not like the greasy deliciousness of meat, but a pure plant and natural feeling. The deliciousness is refreshing. Even patients with gastrointestinal damage like Lao Yangtou will not reject it. A delicious taste.
"What kind of porridge is this? It's much more delicious than white porridge, but it's lighter and more delicious than minced meat porridge!"
Old Yang banged his head and started asking.
Mrs. Tan fiddled with the porridge in the food box with a spoon, looking at the shiitake mushrooms that were chopped one by one but still intact and finely chopped. After carefully identifying them, she said: "It looks like Hericium and matsutake. "
"Hericium is good for the stomach, and matsutake is delicious. Just put the two together!"
Old Yangtou: "No wonder!"
"I'll do it myself, and you can go about your business!"
Seeing that Mrs. Tan was coming to feed her, Old Yangtou quickly took the food box and spoon.
He was not a child, and Mrs. Tan was not the kind of woman known for being gentle and virtuous. Being fed by her like this made Old Yangtou feel uncomfortable all over.
I also ate with some fear, fear, and caution.
You are afraid that you were smiling and laughing one second, but in the next second if you fail to say a word or move well, the whole bowl of porridge will be on your forehead.
Don't say that the old man is deliberately suspicious of Tan and doesn't appreciate her kindness.
In fact, Lao Yangtou had experienced this before and was frightened, so he had a shadow in his heart and knew that he was not lucky enough to accept Tan's service.
Mrs. Tan glared at Old Yangtou, curled her lips, and pushed the food box and spoon to Old Yangtou.
"Give it, give it, I'm not waiting for you!"
"You don't need to wait on me. You have to take care of me when I am sick. You have worked hard enough."
Old Yangtou gave Tan a comforting word and picked up the food box to eat.
When he thought of something, he asked Tan again: "You didn't have lunch either? Bring a bowl and let's eat together?"
Mrs. Tan rolled her eyes and said, "You have some conscience and you still know how to ask me."
"You can eat yours, I ate the food sent by the fourth room!"
"Oh, then this porridge is also delicious. Do you want to drink some more?"
"If I don't drink, I won't be hoarding food like you."
For this reason, Old Yangtou stopped persuading him and drank the porridge slowly.
"Not to mention, Qing'er's porridge is really good." The old man praised while drinking.
Mrs. Tan hummed and said, "Fat Ya runs a restaurant after all. If she doesn't have a few brushes in this business, then what is she going to do?"
Lao Yang nodded, acquiescing to Tan's words.
After taking a few more sips, Lao Yang suddenly raised his head and glanced at Mr. Tan.
Mr. Tan was a little weirded out by him.
"What happened again?"
Old Yang turned around and smiled, "Nothing, nothing."
"What's wrong! Drink it quickly and don't be surprised again!"
Mrs. Tan said with a look of disgust, turned around and sat back, and continued to do her sewing.
Old Yangtou also continued to eat porridge, feeling a little happy in his heart.
why?
Because he suddenly realized that when Tan mentioned Qing Yatou today, he no longer called her fat girl, but called her fat girl.
Although she still calls Qing'er by the nickname she has grown up with, she has followed his advice and removed the word 'death'. This is a good thing, and it also makes Lao Yangtou happy, indicating that she has listened to his advice.
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On the other side, Yang Ruoqing was busy working in the backyard. Mrs. Liu and Liu Jinchuan's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law came over together, talking about old Yangtou's illness.
"It's true that misfortunes never come singly. There's already a crazy person in our four rooms, and now the old man is sick again. It's really a headache."
"I told your fourth uncle this morning, why are you having so much trouble these days? There are things happening everywhere. Look, I have a lot of white hair sprouting on my head in the past two days, Qing'er, Jin Chuan, look at it quickly..."
Ms. Liu lowered her head and plucked her greasy hair that had not been washed for several days to show it to Yang Ruoqing and Liu Jinchuan.
It doesn't matter, at first glance, under the sun's rays, the greasy hair that sank close to the scalp reflected a circle of colorful light. The hair turned black, and the roots of the hair were covered with white dandruff.
The sun's rays on the hair are probably very warm, so warm that the primitive residents hidden deep in the hair forest have dragged their families and climbed up to the ends of the hair to bask in the sun, walking through the dense hair forest, looming.
Yang Ruoqing was horrified by the sight, her brows knitted together, and she said directly: "Fourth Aunt, your lice have crawled out. You should take care of yourself."
Not to mention the oily hair and dandruff. Scraping off the oily hair can cook several dishes, and the dandruff is like a university in winter.
It’s really unimaginable that my fourth uncle, who came out of bed, could still feel fresh and refreshed in middle age, without being greasy at all.
But the fourth aunt was so greasy that she looked like she was fished out of a frying pan.
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Mrs. Liu not only didn't feel embarrassed at all, but she even spoke confidently to her daughter-in-law Liu Jinchuan next to her, "Did you hear that? Jinchuan? As a daughter-in-law, you didn't fulfill your responsibilities and didn't take care of your mother-in-law." These things of mine have caused me to be ridiculed by your sister Qing'er in public, are you embarrassed?"
Half of Liu Jinchuan's body was stiff.
This is what shocked me when I saw my mother-in-law Liu's hair just now.
She really couldn't imagine that a woman who had nothing to do but eat and play every day would actually make herself so sloppy?
And when her mother-in-law dumped the blame on her in public, the other half of Liu Jinchuan's body became stiff.
She couldn't believe that her mother-in-law could put the blame on herself?
"I, I, yes, it was my fault..."
There were thousands of things he wanted to say in his heart, but when he thought that the other party was his mother-in-law, an elder, and he was his daughter-in-law, Liu Jinchuan gritted his teeth, blushed, nodded awkwardly, and took the blame.
The road is not level for others to trample on.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head directly after hearing this, "Fourth Aunt, you are the one who should be embarrassed. You are so sloppy and greasy. It's your own fault. What's wrong with Guan Jinchuan?"
When Mrs. Liu heard Yang Ruoqing speak for Liu Jinchuan, she immediately counterattacked confidently: "Qing'er, don't speak for Jinchuan today. I am the mother-in-law, and she is the daughter-in-law. A daughter-in-law must respect her mother-in-law, serve her mother-in-law, and take care of the house." everything of!"
