Seeing Yang Huamei being so determined, Yang Ruoqing couldn't say anything else.

Poor parents in the world!

Even if the child is a piece of shit, I still hope that he can make different kinds of shit, at least like cow shit, which he can stick to the wall to make firewood.

When it comes to educating children, since Yang Huamei has her own plans, Yang Ruoqing, as an outsider, can only say this.

I only hope that the tolerance and pampering of Yang Huamei, Lao Wang and his family can impress Dabai one day.

Yang Huamei finished washing two large basins of clothes and returned home. Soon Wang Hongquan also brought back a pair of pig's trotters from the town.

There are not only pig's trotters, but also two white-skinned melons.

"Yeah, this melon looks sweet. I want to eat it. I want to eat it."

Dabai had just gotten up and was squatting in the yard to rinse his mouth. When he saw Melon, he immediately spat out the salt water in his mouth and ran over.

He grabbed a melon in his hand, without washing it, and punched the melon with a fist to create a crack. He broke it into two pieces with both hands, held it in his hand and took a bite. He shook his head and swayed while eating, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Why are you so impatient, you brat? You didn't even wait for me to get a kitchen knife to cut it!"

Yang Huamei brought the kitchen knife over from the kitchen, and the piece of melon on Dabai's left hand was almost wiped out.

Wang Hongquan laughed and watched Dabai eating the melon, feeling more satisfied than eating it by himself.

Yang Huamei put away the other melon, "Don't move this one. We'll eat it together when your father comes back at night. Did you hear that?"

Dabai held the melon with his back to Yang Huamei, completely immersed in the sweet juice of the melon, and turned a deaf ear to Yang Huamei's words.

Yang Huamei was so angry that she pinched him again.

He jumped and hid back in his house.

"This kid, what you eat is not enough!" Yang Huamei spat again and turned back to the kitchen.

Wang Hongquan stood at the door of the kitchen with a dry tobacco pole and told Yang Huamei how much it cost to buy pig trotters in Wa City in the morning, and then talked about the origin of melons.

"... I was weighing pig's trotters in Wa City, and I happened to meet your niece Ju'er who was in the fourth house of my mother's family while she was shopping for groceries. She gave these two melons to me. I was too embarrassed to ask for them, so she had to force them into my hands..."

"At that moment, he was still holding his second son in his arms. I didn't have any snacks to comfort the child, so I was embarrassed..."

Yang Huamei rinsed the pig's trotters with cold water over and over again in the kitchen, and raised her voice and said to Wang Hongquan at the door of the kitchen: "That's okay. When I go back to Ju'er to take the children back to her parents' home, I will send some eggs to her children."

, return this favor."

"Hey, that's good, that's good."

Wang Hongquan took a few puffs of dry cigarettes and figured that breakfast would be a while away, so he picked up his hoe and went to the fields.

…

"Qing'er, how many days have it been since Xiao An and He Qingsong went to Xiushui Town? It's reasonable to say it's time to come back, right?"

The sun was scorching hot in the courtyard, and the wind blowing through the hall made the two rooms feel particularly cool.

Yang Ruoqing placed a wicker chair on the wind vent, lazily leaning back, holding a novel recently written by Zhang Ban in her hand and reading it with gusto.

The person who asked the question was Ms. Sun. She was a restless person. On this hot day, she even pulled a bundle of straw and sat on the left hand side of the door. While knitting straw shoes, she raised her head and asked Yang Ruoqing.

Questions like this started on the third day after Xiao An left.
Chapter completed!