Yang Huaming sent the Liu family here, but actually he was still thinking about the Tan family.

Just when Wang Cuilian appeared, Yang Huaming quickly asked Wang Cuilian with a sincere face: "Sister-in-law Cuilian, are you busy with anything right now?"

Wang Cuilian is a smart person. When she heard Yang Huaming ask this question, she immediately shook her head and said, "I came out after dinner. I don't have anything else to do right now. What can I do for you?"

Yang Huaming immediately smiled gratefully: "I don't dare, if my sister-in-law is free right now, could you please help me chat with my family? I have to take the time to go back to my old house. I was in such a hurry that I forgot to change my clothes.

Got it.”

Wang Cuilian glanced at the couple and saw that they really came here empty-handed.

As for whether she really went back to get the clothes or went back to get the clothes to check on Tan's situation, Wang Cuilian knew that Liu should be well aware of it.

But Mrs. Liu didn't stop her, so Wang Cuilian smiled and readily agreed. She took Mrs. Liu's arm and said to Yang Huaming: "You can go without worries. I'll chat with Juer Niang for a while."

Ms. Liu also forced a smile at Wang Cuilian.

"Fourth child, you go and come back early. Take the opportunity to see your mother and give her some advice." She raised her head again and said to Yang Huaming.

After he had coaxed himself, he would definitely go to his mother to say a few words and stop in the east room. Otherwise, the old lady might knock the roof off of the east room.

Ms. Liu was in a better mood, and the touching feeling that Yang Huaming had given her had continued, so she didn't want to embarrass him now.

Yang Huaming breathed a sigh of relief after being released by Mr. Liu. He greeted Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian again, turned around and ran away like a gust of wind.

Looking at his retreating figure, Blacksmith Luo secretly sighed, there is an old woman above and a wife below, and it is not easy for him to be sandwiched in the middle of the pie and baked on both sides like a piece of stuffing!

Old house, East Room. When Yang Huaming was approaching the door of the East Room, he deliberately slowed down his steps, wanting to hear what Mr. Tan was saying.

As a result, the voices of Liao Meiying and San Yatou were heard inside, but not Tan's.

It seems that the anger has subsided a little?

Yang Huaming felt confident, so he opened the door and entered the room. He waved to Liao Meiying and San Yatou, indicating that they should leave first and then hand over the stage to him.

"Third girl, go and cook a bowl of noodles for your milk, and fry some spicy duck eggs as toppings. She likes it."

When the third girl passed by him, Yang Huaming gave another order.

"Okay!" The three girls responded.

"By the way, I'll cut a bowl of fruit for you and bring it over. Your stomach is not good, so eat more fruit to lubricate your intestines." Yang Huaming ordered again.

"Well, I'll go fix it right now." The third girl responded, and walked out of the house with the black and shiny whip behind her.

When Yang Huaming and Tan were the only ones left in the room, Yang Huaming came to the bed and sat down next to Tan.

Mrs. Tan didn't say a word, and Yan'er moved to the side, deliberately widening the distance between her and him.

He shamelessly moved towards her again, still staying close to her side.

Tan snorted, "Shameless!"

Yang Huaming chuckled: "A sixty-seven-year-old man who works as a high-ranking official outside can dress up in colorful clothes and entertain himself in front of his ninety-year-old parents when he comes home. It's only natural that I sit next to you and I sit next to you."

Mrs. Tan continued to hum in her nose: "Hey, you are so smooth-tongued. You use your heart to care for your mother-in-law, and you use your words to care for your mother. Do you think I am blind?"

Yang Huaming was stunned for a moment, looking at Tan's eyes covered by white clouds, he thought to himself, Mother, aren't you really blind?

But he only dared to say this in his heart. If he said it out loud, it would be unless he didn't want to live anymore.

Since Yang Huaming had the courage to walk into the east room, he was ready to face Tan's various verbal and verbal attacks, and he himself also put on a aggressive posture.

He smiled and put his arms around Tan's thin shoulders, "Mom, I am the baby that crawled out of your intestines during your ten-month pregnancy. My life is yours. This kind of blood cannot be parted even to the end of the world. If your son

If I don’t have you in my heart, then I’ll ask God to rain down thunder..."

A green electric light flashed through the window, lighting up the small east room, but as the electric light fleetingly passed, the east room returned to darkness.

"Crack!"

Thunder seemed to explode on the roof, frightening Yang Huaming so much that he almost crawled into Tan's arms.

As a result, the two women's sitting posture changed to that Ms. Tan held Yang Huaming's back with one hand and tightly covered his mouth with the other hand. She shouted angrily in a low voice: "You talkative bastard, you are swearing."

Open your mouth and come, but be careful that it comes true."

Yang Huaming's mouth was covered and he did not dare to refute. His two big eyes were turning in fear, and his heart was jumping into his throat.

The thunder struck the roof three or five times before going elsewhere. Tan let go of his hand and pushed Yang Huaming away. The old lady's face was filled with disgust.

Yang Huaming sat up straight and took a few deep breaths before he regained his composure.

"Oh my god, this thunder came by such a coincidence, it scared me."

"Hmph, this shows that you are not telling the truth."

"Mom, you can't say that. Is our blood relationship true? You raised me and I raised you until you grow old. This is also true!"

"What happened to Lei just now?"

"A coincidence, really just a coincidence."

"Pooh!"

Mrs. Tan spat and sat there with her hands folded. After the incident just now, the old lady seemed to be in a better mood, at least she was not as eager to eat people as before.

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense anymore, let's talk about some serious words."

Yang Huaming sat up straight, and Mrs. Tan tightened her face again. She sat there solemnly with her hands folded, her ears pricked up, ready to find loopholes in Yang Huaming's words at any time and break them one by one.

"Mom, about the fruit thing, I already called Mrs. Liu to the front yard and scolded her severely."

Mrs. Tan's ears twitched, a little surprised.

"I am not sloppy in this matter at all," Yang Huaming raised his finger and pointed at his toes, pretending that it was Mrs. Liu, and angrily acted out his reprimand to Mrs. Tan on the spot.

"I said, a mother-in-law is like clothes. When the clothes are broken, you just need to replace them. I am just one woman. If it is gone, it will be gone. You, a mother-in-law, are sending bad fruits to my mother. This is not respecting me as a man, and that's okay!"

Yang Huaming was so speechless that his face turned red, and all the hair on his body exploded like a hedgehog, as if the previous thunder and lightning had given him a momentum boost. If Mr. Tan was still doubtful at first, then now he will

This momentum is so bluffing that I really believe it.

"Okay, okay, stop talking, spit on my face."
Chapter completed!