Luo Fengtang didn't say anything, but he was already following Yang Huazhong over here.

Obviously, he wanted to accompany Yang Ruoqing to look for Lao Wang's house.

Suddenly there was no one to talk to Old Yangtou. The old man put down the tea bowl in his hand and said a little irritably: "If you ask me, don't even look for it. What are you looking for? She doesn't know what day it is?"

"

"If you are deliberately trying to get angry at Qiao, then let her starve. When she is very hungry, she will naturally come over obediently."

Everyone looked at each other, knowing that what the old man said was cruel.

There are so many rooms in Lao Yang's house, so even if Tan doesn't come to the third room to have breakfast, he can naturally have breakfast in another room.

With so many children and grandchildren, how can an old lady be so hungry?

"Dad, please don't say that. No matter what, you still have to go pick your mother up for dinner." Yang Huazhong said.

Then he waved his hands to the people here and said, "Let's go, let's go back quickly, I think dinner will be served soon."

…

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang walked out of the courtyard and went straight to Lao Wang's house.

On the way, Yang Ruoqing asked Luo Fengtang: "If you don't stay in the warm house, why do you have to come out with me to blow the cold wind? What a silly old man you are!"

Luo Fengtang walked beside her. He was not angry at all when she was teasing her. Instead, he raised his eyebrows lightly and looked happy.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and smiled, then said to herself: "Just keep an eye on it, I have a strong feeling that my breasts must be at my aunt's place."

"Well, I believe your hunch." Luo Fengtang said.

The two of them were quick on their feet and soon arrived near Lao Wang's house.

I took a look at Lao Wang's new house and old house, and found that bedding and sheets were dried in the yards of both houses.

But the child's clothes and diapers of different sizes and shapes were drying in the yard of the old house, so Yang Ruoqing went straight to the old house.

"Tangyaozi, just wait for me here, I'll go in and find my milk myself."

Arriving at the entrance of the courtyard, Yang Ruoqing turned and whispered to Luo Fengtang behind her.

Luo Fengtang nodded, stopped where he was, turned around and waited patiently for her.

Yang Ruoqing tiptoed into the yard. She wanted to eavesdrop on how the old lady and her aunt were suing the Sun family and even the third bedroom.

Mrs. Tan and Yang Huamei were not in the courtyard, nor in the main room, nor in the side room where Yang Huamei slept.

The two of them, as well as the eldest grandson of Yang Huamei's family, were in the kitchen together.

Yang Ruoqing saw the situation inside the dim kitchen through the small window that leaked air.

Aunt Yang Huamei was busy cooking breakfast over the pot, and the pot made a gurgling sound, as if she was cooking gnocchi or something like that.

Yang Huamei took two eggs and knocked them on the edge of the iron twice, then beat the poached eggs into the pimple soup.

Mrs. Tan was sitting at the mouth of the stove, leaning back, leaning comfortably on a pile of firewood. The fire in the stove was crackling in front of her, making Mrs. Tan's face glow red.

The eldest grandson, who is nearly half a year old, is dressed like a puppy and is stuffed into a wooden chair next to him. The little child wears a fluffy tiger hat on his head and a handkerchief under his chin. His chubby little hands are holding something similar to a bear.

He gnawed pastry items in his mouth, until half of his face was covered with pastry dregs.

Yang Huamei was busy cracking eggs in the pot and had no time to wipe her eldest grandson's eggs.

Ms. Tan was sitting near the child, but Ms. Tan was not interested in wiping it.

A slap in the face separated the floor. This is the great-grandson of the old Wang family, the eldest grandson, not the old Yang family.

It would be a great kindness for her, a grandma, to take care of Yang Huamei so that Mei'er could have time to make breakfast!

And her handkerchief is very clean, washed and changed every day.

The snack crumbs at the corner of the child's mouth... she looked upset.

She couldn't control this kind of upset, but she also knew that she couldn't tell Meier directly. She was afraid that Meier would feel uncomfortable if she told her, so Tan turned her face to the side and pretended not to see the child's face.

The crumbs of snacks, and the sticky saliva overflowing from the corners of her mouth... Yang Ruoqing hid outside the window and saw all of this clearly, especially Tan's little thoughts, which could not escape her eyes.

Hey, this old lady is just different from other old ladies.

"Mei'er, I'll give you half a bowl of pimple soup later. I'll have breakfast at your place so I can handle it as you like."

Mrs. Tan hugged her knees and leaned back on the pile of firewood, continuing the topic she had talked about before Yang Ruoqing arrived.

"Mom, it's not that I won't give you food, but whenever you ask, I will take care of your food." Yang Huamei raised her head and smiled at Mrs. Tan.

"But I can't keep you for breakfast today. You have to go back to the third room to eat."

Mrs. Tan turned her face to the side: "Huh, I don't want to, from now on I won't eat even one grain of rice!"

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, then laughed again.

"Mom, it's okay, okay, don't be sulky anymore, and there's no need to be angry."

"Why can't I do it? I had good intentions for your third sister-in-law and wanted her to establish her mother-in-law's authority, but she pretended not to see or listen. My good intentions were treated as nothing. How can I not be angry?"

Yang Huamei listened patiently and continued to persuade: "Mom, I believe that your third brother and sister-in-law are aware of your kindness, and they are all grateful for your kindness."

"It's just that when it comes to the way mother-in-law and daughter-in-law get along, each family has its own situation. Some people have very strict rules, but some people get along very harmoniously with mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. You respect me and give in. There is no need to set rules at all."

Yang Huamei stopped mid-sentence, stood up and walked quickly towards her eldest grandson.

The eldest grandson raised his head and almost crushed the entire cake in his hand and smeared it on his face.

"Ouch, my dear, that's not how you eat cakes. You have to use your mouth, not your nostrils..."

Yang Huamei lifted up the apron around her waist and leaned over to wipe her eldest grandson's face.

I found that the child's neck, ears, and eyebrows were almost all filled with snack residue.

Yang Huamei felt sorry for how uncomfortable her eldest grandson was. Thinking of this, Yang Huamei couldn't help complaining about Mrs. Tan: "Mother, you are the same. Why can't you just wipe the baby's face while you are sitting here?"

Mrs. Tan felt a little guilty and muttered: "Aren't I so angry at your third brother and sister-in-law? I didn't care about the baby and didn't even see her..."

"Mom, you are lying again. You clearly looked at the baby several times before, and when you saw the baby's nose and sniffles, you were disgusted and moved to the editor. How could you be so angry with my parents? You just didn't want to do it on purpose.

To help the baby wipe it."

When her thoughts were revealed to her face, Mr. Tan's old face turned red, and he raised his head and looked at the source of the sound, with his mouth ready to argue.

Yang Ruoqing entered the kitchen with a smile.

When Mrs. Tan saw it was her, she stood up quickly, put her hands on her hips and gritted her teeth and said, "I knew you were the one who spoke ill of people behind their backs, you fat girl!"
Chapter completed!