Mrs. Liu winked and said, "Yes, yes, don't you love maltose the most? Come on, come on, come and lick my butt!"

"Ugh~" Yang Huaming rolled his eyes and strode out of the house with his hands behind his back.

Ms. Liu smiled proudly, got up and left.

In an instant, only Yang Huazhong, Sun and his wife, and Yang Ruoqing were left in the main room.

Mrs. Sun picked up a broom and swept the floor, while Yang Ruoqing cleared away the tea bowls on the table.

Pour the remaining tea leaves in your personal tea bowl into a small bucket and feed it to the pigs.

Yang Huazhong squatted at the door of the hall with a tobacco pole, looking at the yard and smoking, distracted.

At the table, Mrs. Tan was sitting there like an old Buddha. In front of her was hawthorn tea specially brewed by Mr. Sun for Ms. Tan to use for digestion.

Mrs. Tan looks quite impressive, but she looks like a lonely person sitting on a throne.

"Hey, what's going on with all of you? What's wrong?" Ms. Tan started talking to herself.

Mrs. Sun raised her head and smiled gently at her, "Mom, there's nothing wrong."

Mrs. Tan tilted her head and looked at Mrs. Sun, her two sparse eyebrows, one high and one low, still trembling.

"No, I just feel that the atmosphere today is a bit off. There must be something hidden from my old lady!" Mrs. Tan said again.

Ms. Sun still smiled apologetically, shook her head slightly and turned around to continue sweeping the floor.

It's not that she's pretending to be cool, it's that she doesn't dare to look at Ms. Tan anymore.

Even though he had two eyes and Tan only had one, the two eyes could not withstand the power of that one eye.

"Mistress, what do you want to hear? I'll tell you!"

Yang Ruoqing came over with the washed tea bowls, wiped them one by one and placed them upside down on the clean and bright tea tray.

As she worked, she turned to Mrs. Tan and smiled and winked: "I know a lot about astronomy and geography, from big things to national affairs, to things as small as the old hen at Widow Zhou's house in the next village that laid a double-yolked egg last night.

You are all clear, tell me what you want to know and I will make sure you are satisfied."

Mrs. Tan curled her lips, with a look of disdain on her face, "Fat girl, you are just fooling me, I don't want to be poor like you!"

"Don't bother me, let's chat for a few words, just for five cents." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

"Five cents? What the hell!" Tan frowned and muttered.

Yang Ruoqing added: "Let's talk about it. What delicious food did you eat at my aunt's house this afternoon?"

Tan really resisted chatting with Yang Ruoqing at first. In the old lady's subconscious mind, she had already regarded Yang Ruoqing as her strongest opponent.

She doesn't need to use her brain when chatting with others. She can say whatever she wants. She has complete control over the rhythm and so on. Regardless of whether it is momentum or words, she is absolutely crushing.

However, she felt a little pressured to talk to this granddaughter. She needed to think about it in her mind first, and then organize the words in her throat before she could finally speak them out, otherwise she would easily fall into a trap.

Talking like this is always troublesome, so the old lady was really resistant to talking nonsense to Yang Ruoqing at first.

But damn, the bait thrown by Fatty Fatty immediately hit Mr. Tan's heart.

She came home after a satisfied meal, hoping that everyone would come up to her and ask questions. Unfortunately, before her body was even warmer, these people ran away one by one like the plague.

In the end, this damn fat girl was the one cheering, do you think it’s weird?

"Not to mention, this afternoon at your aunt's house, I ate so much that my mouth was full of oil and my belly was round. My burps still taste like chicken soup!"

Mrs. Tan leaned there, rubbing her belly with both hands and said with a satisfied expression.

Yang Ruoqing listened with a smile. As a young actor, her task at this moment was to praise appropriately, and mainly to listen.

Today is Wang Shuanzi's thirty-sixth birthday. As the mother-in-law, Mrs. Tan will naturally go there to give gifts and dinner on behalf of the old Yang family.

Yang Huamei killed a chicken and weighed a pair of pig trotters.

Wang Shuanzi's eldest sister and uncle all came over, and there was a full banquet table.

Originally, we came to invite other members of Lao Yang's family, but in the twelfth lunar month, every household had something to do, so we chose Tan as the representative, and we could also take advantage of this opportunity to get together for a family meeting, killing two birds with one stone.

"Before the banquet started, your aunt brought me a bowl of chicken soup, and there was a big chicken leg in it."

Mrs. Tan raised two fingers and gestured.

At first, the finger he traced was the size of a disposable paper cup. When Yang Ruoqing took a second look, the area traced by his finger became the size of a vacuum insulated cup.

"Wow, those chicken legs are really big." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

"It's probably really that big!" Ms. Tan squinted her eyes and thought about it carefully, then moved her finger three inches further.

Yang Ruoqing's forehead was covered with black lines.

It seems that the old hen at my aunt's house has mutated, and the pig legs are not that thick.

Yang Ruoqing then praised: "My aunt is such a considerate mother-in-law!"

Mrs. Tan put down her hands, and the wrinkles on her face became proud, "It goes without saying that five sons can't resist one daughter."

Yang Ruoqing secretly glanced towards Yang Huazhong and Sun.

Yang Huazhong seemed to be really bothered by what happened to Old Yangtou. He looked up at the sky with a cigarette stick in his mouth, wandering in the sky.

Mrs. Sun had obviously been listening to the conversation between Yang Ruoqing and Ms. Tan throughout the whole process, and her expression was very complicated.

Mrs. Sun was also used to the old lady's behavior of flattering others and suppressing others. After secretly shaking her head, she returned to normal and continued to organize her work.

Here, Mrs. Tan went on to talk about how Lao Wang’s family was treating guests to dinner today.

Although she only had one eye to look at, nothing escaped her eyes, including how many relatives came, who sat where during the banquet, etc.

"Are Dabai and Xiaohei back?" After listening for a while, Sun realized that those two boys were not included in Tan's words. She thought they had been missed and couldn't help but ask.

After Mrs. Sun asked this question, Yang Ruoqing secretly thought something was wrong, but unfortunately she couldn't stop it.

Sure enough, Tan's originally cheerful old face was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and there was no trace of smile on his face. The frown between his eyebrows seemed to be brewing with a black storm that might explode at any time.

Mrs. Sun was stunned for a moment, her face turned a little pale, and she stood there at a loss.

Even Yang Huazhong, who was wandering in the sky, felt the cold wind in the room behind him and felt a little chill in his back.

"Don't mention those two little bastards anymore. It makes people angry just by mentioning them!" Ms. Tan said.

Mrs. Tan was still frozen there, not daring to move, and she didn't know whether she should continue on this topic. She could only look to Yang Ruoqing for help.

Yang Ruoqing sighed secretly. She could have avoided this topic originally, because if the two boys performed well, no one would need to ask. Aunt Meier would have taken the initiative to talk about it before.

But since my mother has poked this hornet's nest, she is the only girl to take over the stick in her hand.
Chapter completed!