"But what you said is a bit exaggerated. I, I haven't thought about reconciling with Shuanzi yet. I'm still young. It will be lonely and deserted in the next few decades..."

"What's wrong with decades? What's wrong with being lonely and alone? A few decades of life will pass in just a few sleeps. Besides, you still have a son and a family, so what are you afraid of?"

Yang Huamei fell silent again.

Yang Ruoqing outside the house was also dumbfounded.

How could Tan's life of desolation and loneliness for decades be so understated?

Hey, it seems that the little old lady was really hurt by Old Yangtou's betrayal. At the age of sixty-nine, she started not to believe in love or men.

Yang Ruoqing felt that she had to go in and stop this topic, otherwise Yang Huamei would become the second Tan if she continued to be brainwashed by Tan.

"Auntie, I'm back again!"

She opened the door with a smile and greeted them in a loud voice.

Ms. Tan collected a bunch of examples of scumbag men forcing their wives to death in her mind and prepared to launch a strong attack on Yang Huamei. However, she was interrupted by Yang Ruoqing. Ms. Tan was very unhappy. She lowered her face and asked angrily: "I said to leave but I didn't, so I ran back."

What to do?"

"Nai, I don't want to come either. Someone asked me to deliver something to my aunt, so I came back."

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile, picked up the basket in her hand and walked towards the table.

When Yang Huamei saw the familiar basket, her eyes, which had lost their luster after being brainwashed by Tan, instantly brightened up. She also sat upright, leaning forward slightly, breathing slightly, and fanned the corner of her mouth, but forcefully

He held back and remained silent.

Mr. Tan next to her suddenly became vigilant when she heard that Yang Ruoqing had been asked to come here.

"Who asked you to come here? What are you sending?"

"Of course it's my uncle. He said that my aunt has a bad gastrointestinal condition and was worried that she would be hungry if she didn't have lunch, so he asked me to deliver the food."

As Yang Ruoqing spoke, she took out the bowls and chopsticks from the basket and placed them in front of Yang Huamei.

"Wow, this braised pork is so delicious and it's still hot. Auntie, uncle told you to eat it while it's hot."

Yang Ruoqing thrust the chopsticks into Yang Huamei's hand.

Yang Huamei clenched her chopsticks, looked at the hot food in front of her, and imagined Wang Shuanzi busy heating up the rice and vegetables in the kitchen, putting the pots on the stove. Most of the resentment in her heart immediately dissipated.

"Hmph, it's hypocritical. This is the Weasel paying New Year's greetings to the Rooster. He's not so kind. Meier, please don't be fooled by this little trick."

Mr. Tan was sitting upright, his eyebrows were erect, his face was livid, his aura was as strong as a mountain, and he could not be insulted by gods or demons!

Yang Huamei held the chopsticks in her hands and looked at Mrs. Tan blankly, then at Yang Ruoqing, her eyes filled with helplessness and a touch of questioning.

Is there any food left? Is it just for me?

Yang Huamei was about to push her bowls and chopsticks to Mrs. Tan, when Yang Ruoqing took off the veil covering the basket.

"Nai, uncle Aiwujiwu, here is your rice and chopsticks."

Yang Ruoqing ignored the momentum Tan was releasing and put the bowls and chopsticks in front of her with a smile.

Yang Huamei breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Mrs. Tan expectantly, and said softly: "Mom, Shuanzi still cares about us. I know the weight of this braised pork. He brought the whole bowl to us.

It’s over…”

"Bah!" Tan spat on the other side.
Chapter completed!