"Ah?" Yang Huazhou opened his mouth, not knowing what stepping on the spot meant.

At the door of the shop, Daan had already turned around and came out.

"Sister, Fifth Uncle, the Bao family may not have arrived yet, but there is a woman and a child eating steamed buns in the shop!"

Hearing this, Yang Huazhou was obviously relieved.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly said: "Fifth uncle, before the Bao family arrives, let's go in quickly and find a good seat with a wide view and sit down first."

The so-called look at each other actually means that the man and the woman choose a place, preferably a place with many people, to look at each other from a distance.

These days, both families are very reserved when men and women look at each other.

This is a tacit assessment.

It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words, so go to the shop first and occupy a good position.

When the other party appears later, you can take a look at it as soon as possible!

Look at the other person's appearance and body.

Look at the other person's reaction when talking to someone, whether they can speak, and whether they can cause trouble.

Look at the way the other person eats...

A person's character can be more or less reflected from the details of his food, clothing, housing, transportation, words and deeds.

This is what is called looking at each other, looking at each other twice.

The two parties do not need to say hello, or they can say hello. These are the items for both parties to perform on their own later.

The uncle and nephew then walked into the bun shop.

Yang Ruoqing glanced over, looking for the most advantageous position.

But he saw that the table had already been occupied by a mother and son.

The woman looked young, maybe twenty-four or five years old.

The little boy is about two years old.

Like most children from farmers' families, the child was dark and thin, with extraordinarily big eyes.

On the big head, the hair is yellow and curly.

The clothes he was wearing were not good either, with patches piled on top of each other.

The woman was not well-dressed, and had a blue headscarf on her head.

She was eating wontons with Da Kou, one by the spoon, and they were delicious.

The child also placed a small bowl with half a bowl of wonton soup in it.

The little boy was very naughty. He was holding a half-eaten meat bun in his hand and was jumping up and down on the stool. He looked very excited and never stopped for a moment.

"If you keep jumping around like a monkey, I'm going to shoot you!"

From time to time the woman yelled in a long voice.

Yang Ruoqing was thinking about whether to go over and discuss with the young woman and ask her to change her position.

At worst, she could just buy two more meat buns for the little boy.

At this moment, the little boy accidentally knocked over the wonton bowl on the table.

The hot wonton soup spilled out and all over the table.

The woman got angry and jumped up from her stool.

He dragged the little boy to him, raised his hand, and patted the little boy's tiger head.

"Pah, pah, pah!"

He slapped her three times in a row, cursing at the same time.

"You bastard, you didn't stop when I asked you to. Do you know that you have to pay for breaking the bowl?"

"Bounce, jump, jump, I'll slap you to death, let's see how you keep jumping!"

"Woooo..."

The little boy was beaten until he cried, his face covered with tears and runny nose.

The woman still didn't understand her hatred, so she twisted the little boy's arm again and pushed him to the corner to stand against the wall.

"You little bastard, I can't cure you yet!"

"Wuwu... aunt, I want my aunt, I want my aunt... wuwu..."

The little boy was crying out of breath and yelling in an indistinct voice.

The woman rushed over and slapped him on the head again: "Howl, you cry. If you cry again, I will sell you to a slave. I will never see your daughter again in my life!"

This time, the little boy did not dare to cry.

He stood in the corner with his shoulders hunched, sobbing from time to time, looking pitiful.

Here, Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows jumped up and down.

What this mother did was too strict, wasn't it?

Isn't it just that I knocked over a bowl of wonton soup?

Just give me a lesson. At most, it’s just a few slaps on your butt!

As for the bag that covers the child’s head?

Why!

Secretly shaking her head, she had no intention of going over to negotiate with such a bully-like woman.

"Uncle Wu, let's sit at this table!" Yang Ruoqing suggested.

Yang Huazhou nodded, and Daan had no objection.

The uncle and nephew then sat down at a table next to them, just across the table from the woman's table.

Yang Huazhou's attention was entirely focused on the passers-by coming and going at the door of the shop.

A pair of eyes fixed on the shop door.

Every time when a girl or a daughter-in-law appeared at the door, his whole body would tense up and his whole body would become nervous.

When the older girl and younger daughter-in-law walked over and did not enter the shop, he would breathe a sigh of relief again.

Yang Ruoqing and Daan also looked towards the door of the shop.

But from time to time, Yang Ruoqing would glance at the mother and son on the table over there.

The child still stood leaning against the wall.

Mother sat at the table with her legs crossed and ate the remaining wontons in the bowl. Then she called the waiter to bring a plate of hot meat buns.

When the child's sobs became louder, the woman turned and glared at the child fiercely as a warning.

The child did not dare to move anymore and stood in the corner with his shoulders hunched, looking at the people coming and going at the door of the shop with tearful eyes.

Yang Ruoqing watched with great interest.

She herself died before falling in love in her previous life.

In this life, I directly traveled through time and became a twelve-year-old female doll.

The mother she came into contact with was Mrs. Sun.

Sun is gentle, loving, tolerant and patient.

Facing the children, she always has a smile on her face.

There is something delicious to eat with the kids.

Children are always right. Even if they do something wrong, she will not get angry but will patiently persuade them.

She never seems to have a temper, just like a ball of water, wrapping the children gently.

Even Mrs. Tan, such a harsh old lady, was gentle and considerate to Yang Huamei.

But the woman in front of me did something else.

Could it be that she follows the style of a filial son who emerges from under a stick?

Or is this child not her biological child?

While her mind was wandering like this, the woman over there seemed to notice someone looking at her.

Looking over, she and Yang Ruoqing's appraising eyes met.

While chewing the meat bun, the woman lowered her face and stared at Yang Ruoqing fiercely.

It seemed to be warning Yang Ruoqing not to meddle in other people's business.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment.

Then he rolled his eyes at the woman.

My aunt is too lazy to take care of such noisy matters!

However, my aunt likes to watch the excitement, so what? Bite me?

The two people's eyes were locked in mid-air across an empty table.

At this moment, two figures walked in from the door of the shop.

Yang Ruoqing only heard Da'an beside her whisper: "Here we come!"
Chapter completed!