Mrs. Tan was holding the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and was about to eat when she suddenly thought of something and asked Yang Huamei: "By the way, Mei'er, where is your father-in-law?"

Yang Huamei was feeding minced meat porridge to her eldest grandson. The eldest grandson liked to eat it very much and his little mouth made a squeaking sound.

Yang Huamei was in a good mood. She smiled and said to Mrs. Tan, "My father-in-law sent me a bowl."

"What? Are you burning too much money, or are you having too much meat to eat? Even if you feed the dog, even if you throw it into the pit, you can't give it to that old thing! Why are you so stupid, Meier?

Woolen cloth!"

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment when Tan said this.

But when she came to her senses, there was nothing to make a fuss about, because these words coming from her mother's mouth were so normal.

Not to mention giving it to my father-in-law, even if it was giving it to my biological father, Lao Yangtou, my mother would probably say so.

"Mei'er, Mom is talking to you, why are you such a stupid girl!" Mrs. Tan was still nagging, shaking her head and smacking her lips, with a distressed look, as if what Wang Hongquan was eating was not pork, but

It's her flesh.

When Yang Huamei saw Tan's appearance, she couldn't help but want to laugh.

"I say, mother, mother, please stop worrying about those things."

"Not to mention that Dabai of our family is now successful and can make money. Even if life at home is harder, I have to give meat to my father-in-law!"

"Why do you have to give it? He is not your biological father!" Mrs. Tan looked disdainful.

"Besides, how much meat did he give you when you were in the most difficult time?" Tan asked again.

Yang Huamei smiled bitterly, "Mom, you can't say that. Well, I admit that I really don't like to see my father-in-law in my heart, and he doesn't like to see me either."

"But he is Shuanzi's biological father after all. If Shuanzi is gone, I, as the daughter-in-law, should take care of Shuanzi and provide for him until his death, right?"

Mrs. Tan rolled her eyes and turned her face away, "It's not like Wang Hongquan has no other children except Wang Shuanzi. He has two daughters and two eldest grandsons. They should care about his life and death! How can they be so tight?

Looking after your wife!"

Yang Huamei just shook her head.

"Mom, it's Shuanzi's responsibility to raise a son to take care of him in old age, and it has nothing to do with his sisters."

It’s already great that the eldest sister can come and walk around during the New Year and festivals, make two sets of clothes for the old man for the New Year, help him thin the quilt and sheets, and sew and mend them.

As for the second sister, she cut off her family’s path a long time ago!

Therefore, the burden of paying homage to the father-in-law falls entirely on Shuanzi. If Shuanzi is gone, it will be Dabai and Xiaohei.

Xiao Hei won't mention it anymore. When he can support himself, Yang Huamei will be relieved even if he dies.

As for Dabai, he is supporting his father, but the most important thing for Dabai now is to open a shop to make money. Once the shop stops, the family will starve to death.

In this case, it was natural for her to take care of her father-in-law, Yang Huamei. She took it on, on the one hand, she was fulfilling her filial piety for Shuanzi under Jiuquan, and on the other hand, she was helping Dabai share the burden.

"Mom, don't talk so much. These are all what I should do. Who asked me to marry into Lao Wang's family!"

Hearing Yang Huamei's words, Mrs. Tan was stunned, and finally gritted her teeth and said: "It's true that I'm a female foreign minister. I want to help you fight for your reputation, but I can't do it. You, you, you really don't follow me at all. Fortunately, Wang Shuanzi

Just him, if there are several brothers here, you will be squeezed to death by your sisters-in-law!"

Yang Huamei turned a deaf ear to Tan's words. She had heard them too much over the years, and her ears were numb.

No matter what Tan says now, Yang Huamei is immune to all kinds of poisons and only does what she is determined to do.

A small bowl of minced meat porridge, the eldest grandson ate every last drop.

This was really beyond Yang Huamei's expectation. She originally thought that it would be good if the child could only eat five or six spoons, but she didn't expect that she would not be hungry for most of the day after eating them all.

Yang Huamei felt at ease and filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Even if there is no such thing as Hongmei’s biological mother, she, as a grandmother, can still feed the child and take good care of it, right?

Hongmei, what are you talking about?

Turning her head, Yang Huamei found Mrs. Tan sitting there, fiddling with chopsticks in her hands, as if she was sulking, and did not touch the braised pork with potatoes, radish and pork in the bowl in front of her.

"Mom, why don't you eat?" Yang Huamei asked in surprise.

Mrs. Tan snorted and said, "I'm so angry that I don't want to eat it!"

Yang Huamei was startled, then put down her eldest grandson, stood up and came behind Ms. Tan, leaned over and hugged Ms. Tan's thin shoulders, and put her face against Mr. Tan's cheek, coquettishly, and like coaxing a child.

Tell Mrs. Tan like that: "Mom, I want to tell you a secret."

"When the meat and vegetables came out of the pot, I took two bowls, one was an open big bowl, and the other was a small bowl for eating. I filled two bowls of meat and vegetables, the small bowl for my father-in-law, and the big bowl for my father-in-law.

Mother, you."

"There are more meats and vegetables in your bowl than my father-in-law's, and most of his bowl is filled with potatoes and radishes. Big chunks of braised pork are put in your bowl!"

"Really?" Mrs. Tan raised her eyebrows, looking suspicious.

Yang Huamei suppressed her laughter and nodded seriously: "Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, just take a look for yourself."

As expected, Mrs. Tan thrust her chopsticks into the big bowl in front of her and rummaged through it.

Not to mention, as Yang Huamei said, pieces of pork belly appeared in front of Tan's eyes.

Mrs. Tan was very satisfied, feeling grateful for her daughter's filial piety, and also very proud, because she was her own mother, and her mother's treatment was better than that of her father-in-law, so she felt very superior.

"Mom, do you believe it now?" Yang Huamei put her arms around Tan's shoulders and asked again.

Tan curled her lips, "What if you believe it? What if you don't believe it? You won't follow me anyway!"

Yang Huamei pursed her lips and smiled, "If you don't follow me, I will pop out of your mother's belly. This is an ironclad fact."

Tan corrected: "It was pulled out from the intestines!"

Yang Huamei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, okay, it came out from wherever Mom said it came from."

Mrs. Tan hummed a few times and twisted her body: "That's pretty much it."

"Mom, can you eat it now? Will it be cold if you don't?"

"How can I eat so much? I'll wait for you to eat together!" said Tan.

"Ah? Mom, are you still waiting for me? I don't want to eat."

"Why don't you eat? You are so tired and thin."

"I still have some in the pot. This is for mother..."

"What's in the pot is what's in the pot. You must eat this with me."

The mother and daughter were pushing back and forth, and Mrs. Tan got angry and clapped her chopsticks hard: "Why are you so polite to Mom? You clearly know that you don't want to eat, and Mom can't be willing to eat alone. Neither of us are willing to do it."
Chapter completed!