Mr. Tan was small in stature, and his body was as thin as a handful. He was holding a cane in one hand and sitting on the lid of the water tank to hold it steady. With the other hand, he grabbed a handful of fried soybeans and chewed them in his mouth.

I'm over sixty years old and still have such good teeth, which is really enviable.

Hearing Sun's words, Tan's cheeks moved: "What do you want from me?"

Sun made it clear what his purpose was.

Mrs. Tan said "Oh" and said nothing.

Yang Huamei put the lid back on the pot and simmered, then turned around and said to Mrs. Sun: "Third sister-in-law, my mother is living well here with me, why do you want to take her back?"

Sun told Yang Huamei truthfully: "What your third brother means, it's inconvenient to stay at your house for a long time in the hot weather. Before, you were not in good condition so I had to accompany you. Now that you are fine, mother will go back with us."

Come on, it’s Menglan Festival soon.”

Yang Huamei wanted to say something more, but Mrs. Tan moved her body: "The third brother and the couple are right. Go and clean up for me. We will go back later."

"Mom, why are you in such a hurry? I cooked braised pork for noon. Let's eat before leaving!"

"Mom, don't worry, I just came to say hello to you first. Later I have to go to the old house to tidy up the room for you, open the windows and let some air out. The third child will come to pick you up in the evening."

"That's alright. I'll go there in the evening and I'll be with my Mei'er again." Ms. Tan said and sat back down again.

The lid of Lao Wang's water tank is not made of wooden boards, but a sieve made of bamboo. There is a handle on the sieve for easy carrying.

"Mistress, you have to sit there wherever you sit, or you'll fall into the water tank later!"

Ever since Yang Ruoqing refused Yang Huamei's braised pork, she had focused all her attention on Mr. Tan.

The old lady is sitting in a strange position. If she doesn't want to do the ponytail, she has to sit on the edge of the water tank. Is this acrobatics?

She farted in the water tank, and all the food and water Lao Wang cooked and drank smelled of her farts.

"You're just worried, I won't be able to fall."

"Milk, of course I know you can't fall, but you have to make sure not to fart into the water tank. That bamboo sieve can't stop the fart smell."

"You damn fat girl, do you think everyone is you? You talk nonsense... eh!"

"Hahaha……"

Although it is impolite to laugh at other people's farts, Yang Ruoqing tried her best and still couldn't hold it back.

"You damn fat girl... Huh, Huh Huh..."

I originally thought that it was just a little fart that failed to live up to expectations, but it turned out that it was just a terrible beginning, with a large army behind.

After eating too much fried beans, Tan's farts roared loudly, like thousands of troops roaring towards her. The explosion was so loud that she couldn't control it. She tilted her body and held on to her crutches tightly to prevent herself from being knocked to the ground by her farts.

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Sun and Yang Huamei were afraid that she would fall, so they went up to help her up. Yang Huamei secretly glanced behind Tan, and saw thick smoke billowing straight into the bamboo sieve covering the water tank.

Oh my god, this is a tank of shit, can I still have it? Yang Huamei suddenly felt cold.

"I talk a lot, but I still have a lot of farts. This series of farts is so soulful, my granddaughter admires it!"

Yang Ruoqing covered her nose and retreated to the kitchen door, her eyes exposed above the back of her hands already smiling like crescent moons.

Mrs. Tan's face turned red and she was supported by Yang Huamei and Mr. Sun. She was so angry that she couldn't speak.

The gas in my stomach couldn't come out from the hole on the top, so it could only come out from the bottom. It ended with two more thunders. Because of the excessive force, it also brought out a little bit of shit. Suddenly, the smell of braised pork in the kitchen was mixed.

Mixed with a bit of odor.

Mr. Sun has a good temper and even wiped Mr. Tan's face. This moment was a small occasion and he didn't even frown.

This is very painful for Yang Huamei.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you having a stomachache?"

"What a fart, I ate too much fried beans and I'm full of bloating."

"Oh my God, why do you eat so many fried beans?"

"What? You damn fat girl is laughing at me. Now you even dislike me?"

"Mom, that's not what I meant..."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I don't mean anything. I'm just worried that you'll have a bad stomach."

"Huh, people are so pitiful when they get older. Even if they fart more than once, they will be disliked. I will go back to my old house now and won't be an eyesore here."

Ms. Tan ran to the door of the kitchen angrily, Ms. Sun and Yang Huamei supported her and kept coaxing her.

"Auntie, the braised pork is going to burn." Yang Ruoqing pointed at the pot that started to emit black smoke and shouted loudly.

Yang Huamei was startled and quickly let go. Tan turned around and opened the lid of the pot to save her braised pork.

Here, Mrs. Tan became even more angry, stamped her feet and rushed out of the kitchen.

When passing by Yang Ruoqing, her footsteps not only stopped but also increased speed, but the road was not towards the courtyard door, but towards the main room.

The old lady deliberately said harsh words to cover up her embarrassment.

Yang Ruoqing did not expose it again.

Mrs. Sun helped Mrs. Tan towards the main room, and turned to tell Yang Ruoqing: "Just wait for me there, don't come over."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Mrs. Tan wants to change her pants, and the person she least wants to see right now is Yang Ruoqing, because in front of Yang Ruoqing, she always feels deflated, her momentum is suppressed, and she feels unhappy.

In the kitchen, Yang Huamei breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put the braised pork and potatoes into a bowl.

If it had been a moment later, the meat would have been burned beyond recognition. I really couldn't bear to offend that pig.

"Qing'er, luckily you reminded me, otherwise I wouldn't have had a good meal this afternoon, and I would have wasted the money for weighing the meat." Yang Huamei put the dishes away and turned around with a sincere expression of gratitude.

Without Tan here, Yang Ruoqing also put away her previous cheerful demeanor.

"Auntie, is today a special day?" she asked, pointing to the bowl of braised pork.

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Today is your uncle Shuanzi's birthday."

"Oh!" Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

"I didn't prepare any gifts, so I can only verbally wish my uncle good health and a long life."

As for a birthday gift, there is probably nothing more practical than letting him live longer, right?

Sure enough, Yang Huamei smiled and said with emotion, "You are a blessing. With the good words from your mouth, I also hope that your uncle can live for a few more years."

"Auntie, you have changed a little bit from before."

Yang Ruoqing pinched two fingers, smiled and gestured while talking.

"Oh? What change? Is it a change for the better or for the worse?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "What should I say? In the past, you would have been reluctant to weigh Uncle Shuanzi's meat on his birthday. Even if you weighed the meat, it wouldn't necessarily be on his birthday. It would have to happen that Big Bai and Xiao Hei were both at home, and everyone would be together.

Meat is only called meat when it is eaten."

"I have never seen you adults eating meat at home. You used to be too harsh on yourself and thought about the children. Now, you have a little bit of yourself in your eyes, so this change should be considered
Chapter completed!