However, Yang Huamei's forbearance and concession cannot exchange for Tan's respite.

On the contrary, it also aroused Tan's excitement and sense of accomplishment, making her feel that she had finally found a breakthrough to capture Yang Huamei, and let Yang Huamei stand on the same line with her, and the mother and daughter work together.

So, Tan cleared his throat and prepared to continue to tease Yang Huamei, "You are so honest. I'm sending so many hot eggs over. If you dare to send them, you dare to collect them. Look, they have no expression to you and are not sensible at all."

"No, either ignorant or intentional. How many children do your third sister-in-law have to support you now, and you are no longer the third sister-in-law of the past~"

Yang Huamei couldn't help it and raised her head and looked at Tan again.

"I think my third sister-in-law has not changed much, and I am still the third sister-in-law..."

"I'm really that third sister-in-law, why don't she send you some leftovers from the banquet? She can't bear to give you the leftovers of the leftovers!"

Yang Huamei was silent, "Mom, eat, stop talking, the food will be cold later."

When Tan saw that Yang Huamei's face was not very good, he knew that it was her own words, the silly girl listened to it. Then when she saw that it was good, she put away her chopsticks and ate.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little depressed, and the mother and daughter were silent. The only sound was the sound of the eldest grandson clattering his mouth and eating egg custard.

When I was about to clean up the dishes, a question suddenly came from the yard outside: "Aunt, are you in the house?"

Yang Huamei raised her head and looked at Tan's opposite in shock.

"Which sound is this?" Yang Huamei asked.

Mrs. Tan was also a little confused, "This voice is not very familiar!"

We can't blame Tan and Yang Huamei for being unfamiliar with this voice, because it was Xiaohua's voice.

Xiaohua has lived with Da'an in the capital in recent years. Even when she lived in the village, she rarely dealt with Tan and Yang Huamei.

So when he asked at the entrance of the yard, the two people in the room were really stunned for a moment.

"Where are you here, which one of you?"

Yang Huamei picked up her eldest grandson and came to the door of the main hall. When she saw that it was Xiaohua, the eldest daughter-in-law of the third wife, who had come here.

"Huaer, you are a rare guest. Come and sit in the room." Yang Huamei quickly greeted Xiaohua enthusiastically.

Xiaohua smiled and entered the yard, but did not go to the main hall, "Aunt, I won't go into the house, there are other things to do at home."

"It was my mother who sent me to deliver some food to my aunt. Where is the kitchen?"

Xiaohua asked and looked around.

"It's on your left hand!" Yang Huamei said, hurried over with her eldest grandson in her arms.

Seeing the three-layer food box in Xiaohua's hand, Yang Huamei said repeatedly: "What is your mother doing? I have everything in my house. You can take it back. There are many people in your family, so it's worth it..."

Xiaohua smiled and said, "There are also available at home. This is reserved for my aunt, not taken from the table."

When Yang Huamei heard this, she was even more flattered, "Oh, what are you doing? You're so kind..."

Xiaohua didn't say much, followed Yang Huamei's guidance and turned into the kitchen on her left. Yang Huamei immediately followed her in.

"Aunt, I'll help you carry the child, you can find two bowls of food to move."

Xiaohua said, clapping her hands at the child in Yang Huamei's arms.

The eldest grandson wore a big cotton hat that could cover his ears on his head, a meat ball, two red plateaus on his face, and the corners of his mouth were covered with oil that had not been wiped off after eating egg custard.

The clothes she wore were even three layers inside and three layers outside. Yang Huamei, the grandmother, had a common problem with all the grandmothers in the world, that is, she would always question the child's not warm, so the eldest grandson was wrapped in a big bear, and she emitted a smell of sweat.

Most people, younger people, love beauty and cleanness, probably don’t want to hold such children.

Touching the child's little head, pinching his face, and teasing him for a few times will probably make the most of the rare things.

But Xiaohua, the wife of the top scholar, clapped her hands to hug the child, which really surprised Yang Huamei.

"This kid admits his life, I'm afraid he doesn't want you to hug him..."

Although he was very satisfied and happy with Xiaohua's behavior, Yang Huamei still said this with certainty and was a little proud.

She raised her eldest grandson and was only close to her.

However, the facts quickly made Yang Huamei slapped her in the face.

As soon as Xiaohua clapped her hands, the eldest grandson in her arms twisted her body to pounce on Xiaohua's arms.

Yang Huamei was a little surprised and deliberately used some strength to control her eldest grandson and wanted to try it. As a result, the eldest grandson's clumsy little body twisted hard in Yang Huamei's arms. She waved her short hands and tried hard to break free from Yang Huamei's restraints...

Xiaohua took Da Sun into her arms, hugged her steadily, and said with a smile: "Look, this kid is giving me face."

Yang Huamei looked at the comfortable look of her eldest grandson in Xiaohua's arms, with surprise in her eyes, smiles on her face, and said in her mouth: "It's strange. They usually want to hug him, but he doesn't want it! It seems that he is really close to you."

That being said, a faint loss flowed in Yang Huamei's heart without control.

Even, it was a little sour, like knocking over a bottle of aged vinegar.

In order to hide his thoughts, Yang Huamei quickly turned around and opened the kitchen cupboard to find a bowl to serve the dishes...

Xiaohua pulled out the veil and gently wiped the oily light from the corner of the child's mouth, then gently tapped the child's nose and teased.

Her behavior was swept from the corner of Yang Huamei's eyes, and Yang Huamei's eyes suddenly became warmer.

She quickly opened the food box and took out the meat dishes from the three-layer food box one by one and put them into a bowl. Every time she saw Yang Huamei, she would sigh and thank her a few more words.

Xiaohua smiled and said polite and humble words.

Yang Huamei quickly packed the dishes and put them back in the kitchen cupboard, and washed the food box again.

Xiaohua didn't let her wash it, but she insisted on washing it. Xiaohua had no choice but to hold the child in her arms, so she had to let Yang Huamei wash it.

After all this, Yang Huamei came to pick up her eldest grandson.

Unexpectedly, my eldest grandson was a little reluctant and hugged Xiaohua's neck and refused to leave.

"You little brat, grandma, am I in vain for you? Don't even hug me?" Yang Huamei smiled and scolded her grandson.

Xiaohua was also amused and cried, thinking that the child was a little interesting, so she said, "I'm afraid I'm not treating me as a mother?"

Yang Huamei didn't like to hear that word, and she curled her lips and said, "No, his mother just cares about her life and death, so he doesn't remember his mother! It's even more impossible to get close to him!"

Regarding this, Xiaohua just smiled and said nothing.

This should be just my aunt's wishful thinking. Mother and son are in love, and blood is thicker than water. No matter how bastard Hongmei is, she can't ignore the life or death of the child?

Moreover, it is impossible for a child to ignore his mother, and that kind of natural closeness cannot be erased.
Chapter completed!