"Hmph, you told me to go now, but I won't go! I will carry the sedan chair to carry it, but I won't go!"

Yang Ruoqing was really happy.

"Eight carrying a sedan chair? Milk, do you think you are a bride? Then you still have a big red flower on your head!"

There was a crazy woman in the village who loved to wear a big red flower on her head.

And Yang Yongqing's wife, Mo, is the same. No matter what color of flowers, they are piled on their heads, so they are so piled up that their necks are about to be broken.

So when Tan heard Yang Ruoqing's joke, he naturally thought of those crazy wives. He was so angry that he picked up the pillow behind him and threw it at the door.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to catch it or kick it back.

When she saw a familiar figure running towards this side, she laughed and hid, then the pillow hit the face of the visitor.

"Ouch!"

Yang Huamei was caught off guard.

Tan heard the sound, lifted the quilt and got off the ground, and didn't bother to put on the shoes and went to the door, shouting "Mei'er and Mei'er" in his mouth...

Yang Huamei picked up the pillow and rubbed the bridge of her nose that was a little sore, "Mom, why are you throwing things around again?"

Tan stared at her and stood up from behind Yang Huamei. Yang Ruoqing was giggling and said angrily: "I'll beat a dog."

Yang Ruoqing didn't take this mute loss: "Milk, you are my ancestor. Without you, there would be no me. I am a dog. What are you old?"

Mrs. Tan was asked right away.

Including Yang Huazhong, he was a little embarrassed.

There are mothers, sons, fathers, daughters, and grandchildren in three generations of direct blood relationships in this house.

If you are a dog in your generation, then everyone else will be a wool.

"Qing'er, your breasts are joking with you, so don't argue."

Yang Huazhong quickly exposed this awkward topic in this way.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said nothing.

No one can give you any face, but her parents have to take care of their face. This is her principle.

After Yang Huamei arrived, Tan's whole mind was on her daughter, and she had no intention of verbal gains and losses that had been scrupulous with Yang Ruoqing.

The old lady took Yang Huamei's hand and looked up and down, "You have lost weight and cried, and you are like peeling off two layers of skin, and you are gone!"

Yang Huamei was originally holding her parents' home, which was full of grievances, but when she suddenly heard Tan's words, she subconsciously touched her face.

The feel is no different from the previous few days, so where did it get distorted?

"Mom, you'd better go to bed and talk, it's cold on the ground."

Seeing Tan's naked feet, Sun walked over and persuaded her softly.

Only then did Tan realize that the soles of his feet were cold, and his teeth were trembling immediately. Yang Huamei became nervous and quickly helped Tan back to the bed.

Tan put his feet into the quilt and asked Yang Huamei to put her hands and feet in, saying that she was warm.

Yang Huamei shook her head: "I wear a lot, it's not cold."

"Why isn't it cold? Put your hands into the quilt to warm up."

Yang Huamei had no choice but to stuff her hand into the warm bed.

At this time, Sun handed over a small copper furnace to Yang Huamei, "Put it in the quilt, you and your mother will be warmer."

Yang Huamei took it and did as she did.

Mrs. Tan couldn't wait to ask about Hongmei.

"…Is it really taken? People are living in your house now?"

If anyone says that Tan doesn’t believe it, Yang Huamei needs to admit it personally, and the old lady will truly believe it.

Seeing Yang Huamei nodding, Tan's heart really sank to the bottom.

"Mei'er, you're confused, how can you do this? You're so confused!"

Tan shook his head and sighed, looking as if he was disappointed.

Yang Huamei smiled bitterly: "What can I do? I'm pregnant with a baby! In Shuanzi's words, if we don't care about this, we will really push their mother to the death. After all, we are not the kind of cold-blooded person and can't do such a heartless thing!"

Tan gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "I knew it was the father and son of the Wang family. Wang Shuanzi's ill tuberculosis had also turned against him this time. Standing on his father's side, I knew that my Mei'er, you were forced..."

Yang Huamei's expression was a bit strange, entangled and a little guilty.

"Mom, I can't say that, I'm not completely forced..."

"Why, you are willing to serve that bad woman? Mei'er, you are a mother-in-law. You have always served your daughter-in-law. How could you do the mother-in-law who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one

Tan's remarks are somewhat inconsistent with the occasion.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huamei were both embarrassed at the same time, and they looked at the place where Sun was standing in tacitly.

I found that Sun was not in the house. The place she had stood before was now where Yang Ruoqing stood.

"Qing'er, where is your mother?" Yang Huazhong asked in surprise.

I just handed the old lady a small copper stove, but why did I disappear after turning around?

Yang Ruoqing said: "When my aunt came, I took the time to go to the backyard to clean the kitchen. Why, do dad have to call my mother over for something?"

Yang Huazhong waved his hand quickly: "No, don't, let your mother be busy with her."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, turned her head and continued to hear Tan dig out his heart to Yang Huamei.

When Tan started asking about Yang Huamei before, Yang Ruoqing quietly asked Sun to leave.

Why?

Because next, Tan must teach Yang Huamei some of the "tactic moves" to consolidate her family status from the perspective of being a mother, and let's call it the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" for the time being!

And these moves are not at all incongruous when the conversation between them and their mother and daughter.

However, when Sun's wife is also present, this set of moves seems contradictory, which will make the daughter and daughter-in-law awkward at the same time. If you practice according to this move, you may also become obsessed with it.

Therefore, it would be better for everyone to take Sun's family away.

"Mei'er, you have to show your mother-in-law's style. You can't serve that Hongmei, otherwise it will be a big deal. You have to live a life based on her face..."

Regardless of whether Sun is present or not, Tan will teach Yang Huamei the methods and experiences of controlling her daughter-in-law from the standpoint of her mother-in-law.

But Yang Huamei didn't appreciate it.

"Mom, don't keep talking about the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. When will I admit that Hongmei is my daughter-in-law? Even if she calls me mother-in-law, I can't agree. Do you know? I'm thirty-three this year, and she's twenty-six!"

"What? She is so old? Wouldn't that be nearly ten years older than Dabai? This old cow is shameless to eat the things of tender grass!"

"Isn't that true, so don't say anything about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, I won't admit it!"

"Mei'er, Hongmei is pregnant, and the person is coming to your Wang family. You are taking care of it. In the eyes of everyone... it has been admitted." Yang Huazhong, who was standing beside her, couldn't help but speak.

Yang Huamei turned her head and tried hard to defend Yang Huazhong: "If you don't admit it, you don't admit it. I have mentioned the reason for taking it back before. This is accumulating virtue. When she turns around, she will be better, and I will send her away!"
Chapter completed!