"Bah!" Mrs. Tan spat directly on the ground, her gray eyebrows raised.

"Don't talk to me about things that are there or not. Just remember that you are something that crawled out of my intestines. Your father is my father, and my father-in-law is my father-in-law."

"This is a matter of distance and distance. You must be sure of yourself and don't let your mother-in-law and your daughter dictate everything."

"The mother and daughter are devoted to the Sun family, and they have taken all the good things for the Sun family..."

"mother!"

Yang Huazhong couldn't help but interrupt Tan, "All the benefits have been taken by the Sun family? Isn't it about the pig farm? Isn't it the small courtyard where my father-in-law and the others live?"

"In the past two years, my father-in-law and the others have gradually paid off the money from the pig farm. They live in that small yard, but they don't give it to us when they slaughter pigs during the New Year and festivals. Instead, they send pork to our old Yang family!"

"Besides, the restaurant and transportation team run by Qing'er are all managed by the fourth and fifth old men, as well as a few young men."

"There is also a school where Yongxian teaches, which was also built with money from Qing'er and Tang Yazi."

"Mom, why don't you just keep an eye on these things and focus on those things from my father-in-law?"

The man asked one sentence after another, a little annoyed.

Mr. Tan was stunned, and Old Yang, who was smoking a cigarette beside him, also raised his head and looked at Yang Huazhong in surprise.

The old lady came to her senses first, her mouth twitching with anger.

"Well, you third child, let me tell you one thing, and you will answer me ten times or eight times."

"You have hard wings, right? Even your mother dares to contradict you, right? Damn you, if you have some money, you'll get married. Why don't you just celebrate your birthday and go to a restaurant to get married?" Ms. Tan said angrily.

Yang Huazhong was so angry that he couldn't sit still and stood up.

"Mom, can we be reasonable?"

"This is not called contradicting. I am analyzing the situation with you and dad and hosting a birthday banquet for my father-in-law in a restaurant. This is not called cheating!" he said.

"That's called a prodigal!" said Tan.

"Just because you have a little bit of money, you are just trembling. You are a bunch of prodigal things. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. When you turn around, you will have no money. Watch you cry!" Mrs. Tan said bitterly.

"Mom, can't you just hope that we will be better?" Yang Huazhong asked.

"Okay, this theory doesn't make sense, so I won't say it anymore." The man waved his hand.

"On the eighth day of the lunar month, the restaurant in town..."

"If the meal is not full and the chicken is not fat, whoever wants to flatter it will go there. Anyway, I won't lick it!" Mrs. Tan turned her face with indignation.

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, and the man was shaking with anger.

Without saying anything, he turned around and left the east room.

Yang Huazhong returned home and entered the house in the backyard.

Mother and daughter Sun and Yang Ruoqing were sitting at the table making clothes. On the table, there was a pile of fabrics.

Seeing Yang Huazhong come in, Mrs. Sun grabbed a piece of fabric in front of her and said with a smile: "Lao San, this material is good, stain-resistant and thick. After making pants for Qing'er Gong, there is still a lot left."

"Qing'er and I are planning this together, and it seems like this is happening. I'm going to make a pair of pants for Qing'er's grandma. What do you think?"

Hearing Sun's question, Yang Huazhong slowly raised his head.

Seeing his expression, Sun and Yang Ruoqing were both surprised.

Mrs. Sun stood up hurriedly and asked nervously: "Dad Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Did you have a quarrel with someone?"

Yang Ruoqing also raised her head and looked at her father. Her father looked like this, and it showed that he was angry.

Yang Huazhong walked over and looked at Mr. Sun and the piece of cloth in Mr. Sun's hands.

"Don't do it for them, it's boring."

The man said, taking the cloth from the woman's hand and putting it aside, his voice obviously filled with anger.

Seeing this, Mrs. Sun strengthened her guess.

She raised her hand and grabbed Yang Huazhong's arm: "Dad Qing'er, what's going on? Don't do this, my daughter and I are worried when we look at it!"

Beside, Yang Ruoqing also made a sound.

"Dad, when you came back from the old house, did you have a quarrel with my grandma?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong frowned and nodded.

"Ah? Did we really have a quarrel? Why?" Sun became nervous again and asked.

"Mom, there's no need to ask. It's probably because I'm going to a restaurant in town to hold a birthday party."

Yang Ruoqing said, curling her lips and smiling, her eyes falling on Yang Huazhong.

"Dad, if I'm not wrong, my father will definitely keep quiet and let my mother chirp and scold us, right?" she asked again.

A look of surprise flashed across Yang Huazhong's eyes, "Have you guessed all this? It's really like that."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I knew grandma would have objections to this matter. Dad, did grandma say you turned your elbows outward?"

Yang Huazhong looked embarrassed. Apparently, Yang Ruoqing had hit the mark again.

Beside him, Mrs. Sun's face didn't look too good either.

"What should we do now? We can't change it, right?" the woman asked.

Yang Huazhong said: "If we don't change, we will stick to our original plan."

"But Grandma Qing'er has an idea. Maybe she won't go to town for a banquet on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. When my parents ask about it, how should I respond?" asked Sun.

Yang Huazhou frowned, this was indeed a problem.

"I've told my parents everything. To be honest, my father-in-law's kindness to our family cannot be repaid by a mere birthday banquet," the man said.

"As for my parents, it's best if they can understand. If they can't understand, we are powerless, so let them do it!" he added.

Mrs. Sun frowned, with a sad look on her face.

Yang Ruoqing said: "What my father just said is what I wanted to say."

"In our family, ever since I started making money by making tofu, in the past few years, our filial piety to my grandparents has been no less than that of other families, only more."

"My mother took care of my grandma regardless of the cold or the heat. She provided us with delicious food and drink, and the clothes for all four seasons were not left behind at all."

"No matter if it was my father's birthday two years ago or my sister-in-law giving birth to a baby, the gifts our family gives are much more than those of other houses."

"If grandma is a reasonable and sensible old man, he should be able to settle this account."

"We have given so much to Lao Yang's family, and that is out of respect for you, because they are your parents, brothers and sisters."

"My mother didn't even complain at all."

"Now, it's my grandpa's turn to celebrate his birthday. Due to emotions and reasons, everyone should respect my mother for once." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun said nothing and stood there with red eyes.

Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "For my own sake, I am good to the old Luo family because I respect Tang Yazi."

"In the same way, I also like that my efforts can be exchanged for his feedback."

"No one jumps out of the cracks in the stone. I am good to your parents, and you should also be kind to my parents. Your sixtieth birthday is only once in your life."
Chapter completed!