"Dried mutton will cause internal heat if you eat too much, especially children should not eat too much."

"You can eat fish, shrimps, and lean meat every day, but not too much. Too much is not enough."

"Vegetables and eggs are indispensable every day, but mutton and beef are exceptions. You only need to eat them occasionally. If you eat too much, problems will arise."

Yang Ruoqing's words scared everyone.

"How could something go wrong when something as good as mutton is so expensive? What could go wrong?" they asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "He gets angry, gets rashes, is constipated, has a dry mouth, has sores on his tongue, is upset when sleeping at night, and pulls his hair..."

Everyone was scared.

"Okay, I won't buy it for now." Yang Huazhong said.

Sun and Wang Cuilian were also a little scared, especially when they saw Yuanyuan still chewing the mutton chops with relish. They exchanged a few looks and wished they could take the mutton chops off and not give them to their children...

…

It's night at Lao Wang's house.

After this period of bed rest, Yang Huamei's legs are almost healed.

You don't need to use the pair of wooden crutches given by Old Yangtou to walk. You can walk by yourself.

But I can't run or jump, nor can I hug or carry my eldest grandson.

Zhuangzhuang himself can run and walk, and as his name suggests, he is indeed very strong. He has inherited the excellent genes of his brother-in-law Xiaohei, and he can eat, drink and sleep.

He doesn't look like Dabai at all, his eyebrows and facial features are like red plums, and his body shape is like Xiaohei's.

At first, some people said privately that such a charming woman like Hongmei was a second-hand commodity remarrying Dabai, so maybe Zhuangzhuang was not Dabai's son.

As a result, as the child was raised and raised, the genes of the old Wang family gradually appeared in his body.

He is completely from the Lao Wang family...

No, after dinner was cooked, Xiao Hei came over and called for dinner. Yang Huamei got up from the bed and led Zhuang Zhuang to the main room for dinner.

In the main room, an oil lamp was lit on the table, and three dishes were placed around it.

A bowl of cabbage and roasted radish.

A bowl of braised pork left over from lunch, with almost no lean meat left, and a few shiny pieces of fat soaked in fat.

Then there are some light pickles in the bowl.

The pickles were sour, smelly, and dark, like pickled cabbage, so much so that Xu Qiaohong held her breath while bringing them over.

"Mom, I didn't prepare any other dishes at night, so I'll just have a few bites of the leftover dishes at noon!" Xu Qiaohong said.

Yang Huamei nodded, "I can do anything. I won't choose. Just give Zhuangzhuang a few pieces of meat to eat!"
Chapter completed!