Yang Ruoqing's tongue twister-like question and answer directly burned Xiao Hei's brain until black smoke came out.
Originally, Xiao Hei's brain storage capacity was very, very small.
Inside the watermelon-sized head, the real brain capacity is probably only about the size of a peanut, and it is filled with things like eating and drinking.
Once something comes in that requires him to think about, why won't he immediately crash?
So the final result is that Xiao Hei said to Yang Ruoqing: "Then you are not a guest. I will take you into the house. My mother sent me to lock the door of the main room! Hehe, I have the key!"
What?
You are sick and recuperating at home, but you even have to lock the door from the outside in order to refuse guests to visit?
Is Aunt Meier suffering from some shameful disease?
Yang Ruoqing originally came here to help Tan carry a message, but now she planned to go in and see what was going on.
In order to avoid preparing meals at night to entertain Yang Ruoqing's 'guest', and to prevent Sister Qiaohong from blaming herself for looking for trouble, Xiao Hei took the key and pushed it forward to lead Yang Ruoqing and open the door.
"My mother is sleeping in the house, cousin, go ahead!"
Yang Ruoqing nodded and entered the main room.
The main room was the same as before. The teapots and bowls on the table, as well as the bowls and chopsticks used by adults and children to eat, were staggered here and there, and no one was taking care of them.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and found that Xiao Hei, who had been leading her just now, had disappeared.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head. The son and daughter-in-law didn't know how to come over to help the sick mother clean up the house. It was really a waste of money.
Compared with the old couple Yangtou and Tan, their happiness is in the clouds.
Not to mention anything else, the bedsheets and clothes stained by Lao Yangtou's vomiting last night, his granddaughter-in-law Liu Jinchuan came over early in the morning to collect them and clean them.
As for Aunt Meier, hey...
Yang Ruoqing was going to knock on the door of the west room, because Yang Huamei and Zhuang Zhuang grandson lived in the west room, and the east room was the room of Dabai and Hongmei.
As a result, as soon as I put my hand on the door of the west room, the door opened by itself. It turned out that the door was ajar.
As the door creaked open with a hand-width gap, Yang Ruoqing heard Aunt Mei'er's feeble voice coming from inside: "Xiao Hei?"
"Xiao Hei, my son, help your mother to pour a bowl of water and put two drops of vinegar in it. My mother's stomach is turbulent and she wants to put something smelly in it to suppress it..."
"Aunt, it's me, I'm Qing'er."
Yang Ruoqing immediately pushed the west room door completely open and appeared at the door openly.
Why don't you go into the house when you get to the door?
It's really because there is a strange smell floating out of the palm-wide gap that I just pushed open!
The strange smell immediately made Yang Ruoqing retreat and temporarily stopped at the door of the west room.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't place the smell, it was like someone brewing garlic in the house.
Yang Ruoqing doesn't like the smell of brewed garlic very much. The garlic she can accept is used in the matching process with ginger and pepper, rather than the sudden appearance of this strange smell after brewing upgrade in the room, which is pungent. Uncomfortable.
"Ah? It's... Qing'er?"
In the room, Yang Huamei's voice was obviously a little surprised and panicked.
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, why do I feel that my aunt is panicking?
Is it an illusion?
"Aunt, I heard from Xiao Hei that you are sick. What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? Have you called the doctor?" When Yang Ruoqing asked these questions, she leaned her neck forward a little and looked at Aunt Mei'er's voice. Direction finding.
The sick man was not lying on the bed, but on the cool bed on the inside of the wall.
The bed was placed against the wall. My aunt was not lying flat on her back, nor lying on her side, nor was she curled up.
Instead, he lay sideways on the one-meter-wide sunbed, with his butt pressed against the wall, his legs stretched out straight on the wall, his toes pointed upwards at the roof, and his neck and head hanging down from the other end of the sunbed. , a long hair slanted down like a messy waterfall, dragging to the ground!
Ouch, let me go!
Unless she saw it with her own eyes, Yang Ruoqing would not dare to imagine that this was Aunt Meier.
"Auntie, aren't you sick? Why are you doing acrobatics? This posture is a bit scary at first glance!"
Yang Ruoqing stood at the door and said.
If the couple has a good relationship and is in good health, Yang Ruoqing can completely understand that her aunt is researching and unlocking new postures to enhance the relationship between the couple.
However, Uncle Shuanzi passed away long ago.
Even if Uncle Shuanzi hadn't passed away, he probably wouldn't be able to cooperate with the new posture unlocked by his aunt...
At this time, Yang Huamei was busy adjusting her posture. Soon, she sat up and lowered her legs from the wall, with the soles of her feet on the ground and her head facing up.
She fiddled with her disheveled hair a few times and looked at Yang Ruoqing at the door, feeling very embarrassed.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just felt a little sore and swollen in my waist and legs. I thought of an earth recipe that I had heard of before, so I practiced it."
Yang Huamei explained her abnormal behavior with a few random explanations.
"Qing'er, how come you have time to come to my place? But what's the matter?"
"Auntie, I have to ask you, is there something wrong with you?"
"Me? I'm fine. Didn't I tell you before? I'm a little sore. It's more comfortable to wear it this way."
"Didn't you see a doctor?"
"Hey, villagers, who doesn't have a little soreness in their body? You can't do it!"
"Auntie, how long have you been like this? Can you get down and walk?"
"It's only three or two days, of course I can walk..."
"Then you come and let me take a look, otherwise I won't worry."
Yang Huamei smiled and really got up and walked towards the door.
As soon as she approached, Yang Ruoqing smelled a smell of garlic coming from her body.
"Auntie, have you eaten garlic?"
Yang Ruoqing covered her nose and took a few steps back. The smell was so overpowering that her whole body seemed to smell like garlic.
Yang Huamei lowered her head and looked at herself, and smiled sheepishly, "My appetite has been a bit dull these days, so I ate a few sweet and sour garlic bulbs to relieve my boredom."
"Auntie, you eat sweet and sour garlic to relieve your boredom, and you ask Xiao Hei to make you jealous and drink it,"
"If you continue like this, your stomach will most likely bleed, and the gastric mucosa will rupture, causing colic that will make you worse than death. You have to think clearly!"
Yang Huamei waved her hand nonchalantly: "Hey, it's okay. I'm thinking about those things, which means my body can handle them, so there will be no problem."
It is difficult for the King of Hell to persuade a ghost who wants to die.
Since Aunt Meier doesn't take her own health seriously, there is no need for Yang Ruoqing to say anything.
"Auntie, I was going to Brother Wangsheng's house to help my father get medicine. I passed by your house and came in for a walk." Yang Ruoqing said.
