The mother and daughter parted in dissatisfaction and lay on the bed with their backs to backs, and neither spoke first.

The next morning, Yang Huamei made breakfast and delivered it to the house. Tan had already combed her gray hair into a mess.

"Mom, I've had breakfast and made the fried rice you like eggs." Yang Huamei said.

Tan patted the wooden box beside him and a small bag roll and said, "I have packed everything and I will leave after breakfast."

Yang Huamei thought she had heard it wrong, so she suddenly raised her head and saw Tan saying calmly: "I have been living in your house for more than ten days, and it's time to go back."

If he didn't go back, the old man would have to run away and he would have punished him, and it would have been almost the same. Tan thought to himself.

"Mom, did you figure it out and want to go back, or did you go back because I annoyed me last night?" Yang Huamei asked carefully.

Tan pulled the corner of his mouth and reached out to Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei quickly put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hand and came over to hold Tan's hand.

Tan pulled Yang Huamei closer and freed up another hand to stroke Yang Huamei's hair.

"Silly Mei'er, you are my mother's daughter. The flesh that fell off her body will not be annoyed by anyone else." Tan said.

Yang Huamei looked at Tan's gray hair and wrinkles on her face, and her heart moved and tears almost fell.

"mother……"

As soon as she choked up, Wang Hongquan's surprised voice suddenly came from the yard outside the house: "In-law?"

Yang Huamei quickly raised her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes. She stood up and said, "That's great, it must be my father who is here to pick you up again. I'll go out and have a look..."

"Don't look, I'm in." Old Yang's voice rang out at the door of the house, and people also stepped into the house.

"Dad, are you here to pick me up home? Have you eaten breakfast?" Yang Huamei smiled and greeted her.

Behind him, Tan sat by the bed. When he heard the movement, Tan moved his butt and turned around, deliberately not looking at Lao Yang's head with his face in front, and even snorted in his nostrils.

Well, this is the old lady's last trace of Joe, or a raised posture.

But she deliberately let the bag roll and the wooden box be exposed for Lao Yang to see it, which is called giving him hope. When he climbed up the pole and coaxed him, she would give him half-heartedly and half-heartedly, and give him a few more conditions to let him give in so that he could go home openly.

But the next sentence from Old Yang made Tan think that something was wrong with his ear.

"I haven't eaten. I'll go to your third brother's house to eat later. I'm here to deliver clothes to your mother." Old Yang said, then took out a big bag from behind and threw it on the bed, and landed next to Tan.

Tan quickly reached out to touch the big bundle. The familiar touch was filled with her winter cotton coat, jacket, cotton shoes and socks.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Yang Huamei asked in confusion, "My mother will go back later, there is no need to send clothes here!"

Behind him, Wang Hongquan smiled and rescued: "Your father didn't know your mother was going back before. He felt sorry for your mother. Seeing that it was going to turn cold this day, he was afraid that you would be cold and then sent his clothes here..."

"You are not the roundworm in my stomach, why do you know so much?" Old Yang turned his head and asked angrily.

Wang Hongquan's words behind him were blocking his throat, and the smile on his face was also frozen.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became awkward.

Yang Huamei coughed lightly and pulled the topic back: "Dad, you can take these clothes back later. My mother is going to go back..."

"Don't go back!"

Old Yang raised his hand and interrupted Yang Huamei's words.

"I have seen it clearly during this period and figured it out. This forced melon is not sweet. Since your mother likes to stay with your family, let her stay. You, and your in-laws, will do your best to take care of her and relieve her boredom. It is indeed much more interesting than following me, an old man, who is a bad guy, right? Is this a good thing?"

Old Yang turned his head and asked Wang Hongquan meaningfully.

Wang Hongquan felt like he couldn't speak for himself.

Logically speaking, Lao Yang's words are nothing wrong. During this period, their whole family has been doing their best to take care of Tan. But why does Lao Yang always feel so strange when he hears this?

"In-law, you can't say that. Although Mei'er is the daughter of her mother-in-law, it is natural to come to her daughter's house to stay, we will do our best to take care of her. But after all, the mother-in-law is the mistress of your Yang family. She is the son, daughter-in-law, and her children and grandchildren."

"The third brother and the others say they are filial. The third brother and the fifth brother and the third brother run to my house every now and then. It is not convenient to visit my mother-in-law. Maybe they are not at ease. It is better for the mother-in-law to go back. Next time, we will welcome you! Or let Shuanzi pick him up, it will be fine!"

Old Yang looked at Wang Hongquan coldly and finished the polite words, then pulled the corner of his mouth: "You don't understand. She doesn't want to go anywhere now. She just likes to stay with your house. It's so happy here, hehe, old woman, don't you..."

Before he finished asking, a pillow hit Lao Yang's head. One after another, Tan's curse: "You old bastard who has eaten too much shit, spraying feces all over his mouth. Get out of here. Even if I die outside, I will never go back to the east room to live with you. We will end here in this life. Get out of here..."

Old Yang picked up the pillow on the ground and stuffed it into Yang Huamei's hand, and said with a dark face: "You have seen it and heard it. It's because your mother is unhappy to go back, so that's it."

After saying this, Old Yang turned around and left the house.

Yang Huamei and Wang Hongquan chased into the yard. Wang Hongquan stopped Lao Yang's head. Yang Huamei persuaded him but failed.

In the room behind him, Tan's crying and scolding louder than the other. He heard the movement and seemed to be still smashing things.

"That's it!" Old Yang took a last look at the hustling house and left with a frown.

Left Yang Huamei and Wang Hongquan, the wife-in-law, stood there and stared at her.

"My father-in-law, I haven't figured out what's going on yet? Yesterday, my father was not like this when he came here late yesterday, and he was still teasing my mother. But my mother didn't give him a good face. Why did he sleep all night like a different person?" Yang Huamei asked.

Wang Hongquan couldn't answer this question either.

"There must be a reason for everything. You go into the house to comfort your mother first. I will go to your third brother and sister-in-law's house at the entrance of the village to see if they know something." Wang Hongquan said.

Yang Huamei nodded repeatedly, and the husband and wife and wife were going to work together for the time being.

In the room, Tan was so angry that he cursed the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the Yang family. Then he cried and said that it was difficult for him to have children for the Yangtou over the past few decades. Finally, he cried so hard that he was heartbroken. He fell asleep until he was tired of crying, and breakfast had already become cold...
Chapter completed!