"Meier, what are you doing? Eggs are not a rare thing. You eat them, and you feed them to me. If you don't eat them, no one in the old Wang family will want to eat. Who am I to worry about!"

After Tan's mischief, Yang Huamei could only be defeated.

Not only did he eat the two in his own bowl, but even Tan's two were forcibly stuffed into his stomach.

Only then did Mr. Tan feel satisfied.

Instructed Wang Shuanzi: "Sick ghost, go and make medicine for Mei'er!"

"good!"

Wang Shuanzi immediately went to the kitchen to work.

Mrs. Tan said to Yang Huamei again: "You can recover quickly only if you eat enough. You can drink medicine and sleep for a while. Mom wants to go back and talk to your third brother about something. I'll come over to see you at noon."

…

When Mrs. Tan passed the door of Dabai's house, she originally walked over, but after thinking about it, she stepped back.

"You vixen in the house, please listen to me. Get out of here as soon as possible after your illness is cured. This is my daughter's home. If you dare to cause trouble on this property, I will tear your vagina off!"

"Pooh!"

A mouthful of old phlegm hung on the door. Mr. Tan flicked his sleeves and left with a smile.

This one is just a little bit of color.

Dabai is in that room.

After these two days of recuperation, Hongmei's health has improved a bit.

Wrapped in the quilt and listening to the dirty words of the old lady outside, Hongmei was so angry that she twisted the quilt under her.

Damn old woman, you're adding insult to injury and bullying me into being helpless, right?

I didn't provoke you, but you bullied me. Are you deliberately trying to create a feud?

Huh, I didn’t plan to have anything to do with you originally, but now that this is the case, one day, sooner or later, I will dig out a piece of your heart, you old immortal...

Yang Huazhong's family.

Mrs. Tan prepared many words in her mind along the way, each of which was aimed at asking her son and wife to get some eggs to replenish Yang Huamei's health without irritating them.

Because going to the bank to withdraw money is not a temporary thing.

Mrs. Tan even prepared for the worst. If her sons and daughters-in-law stopped her from turning to Mei'er like they did before, she would have to take out the jewelry and gold and silver in the box to make up for it even if she broke up with them.

Daughter.

The worst case scenario is that I will lose a few years of my life. If nothing else works, I will find a deserted cliff and jump off a cliff. I will save all the coffins and graveyards and don’t want my son and daughter-in-law to waste money.

Tan's chest was filled with such an air that he felt like he was about to die. Although he hadn't slept all night, his whole person seemed to be bursting with an invincible momentum.

Like an unsheathed sword, the villagers she met along the way were afraid to come over and say hello to her, for fear of being scratched by her sword energy.

Occasionally, there are one or two good-hearted and bold women who usually have no conflicts with the old Yang family. In addition, in order to show their concern for Yang Huamei, they greet Tan from a distance:

"Auntie, are you coming from Mei'er this early in the morning?"

Mrs. Tan glanced at the other party, "You are blind, where can I come here if I don't come from Mei'er this morning?"

The other party seemed a little embarrassed. Isn't that what small talk is all about?

"Auntie, are Mei'er feeling better?" the other party asked again, trying to save the situation.

This time, Mr. Tan stopped and glared at the other party: "What do you mean by this?"

"Do you want to hear whether my Mei'er is better or worse?"

"It's better, but you're disappointed. It's worse, so you just have fun and watch the fun without fear of trouble, right?"

"Tell me, what are you worried about?"

Not only did Tan ask aggressively, but he also kicked towards the other party with his feet, as if a sharp sword was about to penetrate directly into the other party's soul.

Who can withstand Tan's posture? The crowd immediately dispersed.

"What's going on with this old lady? Someone kindly asked me, why is she biting people like a mad dog?"

"It's really kind-hearted and not a donkey's heart..."

"I bother!"

Tan's saliva shot steadily towards the woman who spoke.

She stood under the old maple tree with her hands on her hips, pointed at the group of women and cursed: "Don't look at me, I don't know what you are up to. Yesterday you were making noise like this, encouraging me, Mei'er, to quarrel and fight with the Jiawang family. You guys

Just watch the show, right?"

"Look, look at your mother!"

"I didn't enjoy watching it yesterday, but now I want to stop my old lady and ask about it. Bah!"

"You, you, and you,"

Tan pointed at several women in succession.

The women she pointed out were the ones who stood on Jiawang's side and fanned the flames the most during yesterday's scolding.

"You two evil bastards, if you have the ability to stir up trouble, don't hide away. Come on, come to me. I'll talk to you properly."

The women murmured and shrank back from the crowd again. Some simply stopped washing, picked up pots and buckets, and ran home.

Mrs. Tan stamped her feet behind and scolded: "A monk who can run away can't run away from the temple. If anyone continues to talk nonsense like me, Mei'er, I will take a stool to your main room and scold you for three days and three nights. I won't let me, Mei'er."

Live your life, all of you have a family, a wife, children and daughters, you are all special mothers, don’t let me live your life, let’s die together!”

When the last word "death" came out of his mouth, Tan felt as if he had used his inner strength, causing several ripples to appear on the surface of the pond.

The women washing themselves by the pond didn't dare to raise their heads, speak a word, or let their eyes meet Tan's.

Mrs. Tan stood here and cursed for a while. She originally planned to go to Yang Huazhong, but suddenly she turned around and went to the village.

That's right, the scolding got louder and couldn't stop at all. If this evil fire is not vented completely, then it is not Tan's family.

Who can I vent to?

Of course it belongs to the Jiawang family.

Tan was walking halfway when he met Lao Jiangtou, who was carrying a broken basket and a dung fork out to pick up dog and chicken excrement on the road.

Mr. Tan didn't even say hello, he stepped forward and grabbed the basket from Old Jiangtou's hand and walked forward.

"Sister-in-law, why are you robbing me of my basket and dung fork?"

"The ghost is your sister-in-law! You old fool, try calling me again?"

Mrs. Tan turned her head, raised the dung fork in her hand, pointed it at Old Jiangtou and yelled at him.

In this look, Yang Ruoqing was not present. Otherwise, one would have to wonder whether Tan was the Neptune who came ashore.

This dung fork really suits Tan's temperament.

Lao Jiangtou was shocked all of a sudden, his body was frozen in place as if he had been stabbed, unable to move.

It wasn't until Mrs. Tan walked past the corner of the courtyard of the house in front of her that Lao Jiangtou regained consciousness in his hands and feet.

My mother, what is this old sister-in-law doing with such murderous intent?

Help me pick up poop?

How is it possible!

Oh my gosh, are you going to find someone to fight with?

Naturally, Lao Jiangtou also heard about Yang Huamei and Mrs. Jiawang. Looking at the direction Tan went in, it was not the direction of Jiawang's family!
Chapter completed!