After Luo Fengtang returned the tea can filled with hot water to the house, he returned to the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing was already standing by the pot, filling two large bowls with rabbit meat.

Seeing him coming, she couldn't help but ask him: "Didn't I tell you to be quiet just now? Why can't you calm down?"

Luo Fengtang looked innocent.

"I can, but this earthen pot can't hold its breath!"

He pointed to the earthen pot next to the small pot and said, "The water is boiling and pouring out."

"I'm afraid the water will splash into the pot and dilute the flavor of the rabbit," he said.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

She smiled and said: "Oh, it seems that I wrongly blamed you, so let me make amends with you, hehe!"

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "It's okay, I know Qing'er is doing it for my own good."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, scooped out water to wash the pot, and said, "I can only block it for you right now!"

"You just saw the way my sister-in-law behaves, right? If you offend her, it will give you a headache for a while!"

Luo Fengtang disagreed: "I just ignore her!"

"Tch, some people are just like candy. If you don't pay attention to them, they will stick to them." Yang Ruoqing said.

Judging from Yang Huamei's abnormal behavior just now, Yang Huamei may have a crush on Luo Fengtang.

Otherwise, how could she, who values ​​food more than life, run away like that?

Of course, this is just my own guess.

In order not to cause trouble to Luo Fengtang, it would be better not to say anything.

"Tangyaozi, let's not talk about this anymore. You turn up the fire. I will make braised tofu next!"

…

In the east room in the front yard of Lao Yang's house.

When Yang Huamei entered the room, she threw herself on the bed and sobbed.

Mrs. Tan followed, asking and comforting worriedly.

"Mei'er, why did Tangyazi bully you? You should tell mother!"

"Mom, Tang Yazi didn't bully me!"

After a long while, Yang Huamei raised her head from the quilt and said angrily.

Ms. Tan was puzzled: "Didn't you say he hit you? Where did he hit you? Does it hurt? Let me take a look!"

"I was chasing Wangcai in a hurry, so I bumped into him. It doesn't hurt!"

Yang Huamei said, still crying in grievance with her mouth pursed.

Seeing her daughter like this, Mrs. Tan felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart.

This girl has been stupid since she was a child and rarely cries.

I shed more tears now than usual.

"My son, why are you crying like this? Your mother's heart will be broken by you!"

Tan said, her eyes were red, she sat aside and wiped away her tears.

Yang Huamei sniffed hard and said, "Mom, I feel wronged."

"Why are you aggrieved?" asked Tan.

Yang Huamei frowned: "Tang Yazi is playing with that damn fat girl, not with me!"

ah?

Mrs. Tan was surprised.

Yang Huamei dug at the sheets under her body with her hands and said angrily: "What's so good about a fat girl? She's so mean, Tang Yazi even treats her like shit."

Mrs. Tan stopped chewing and looked at Yang Huamei with a complicated expression.

Yang Huamei said to herself: "I also want to play with Tang Yazi, but he ignores me and drives me away!"

The more Mr. Tan listened, the more his frown became tighter.

"What's so good about that Tang Yazi? He's a wild boy who has no father or mother! We won't play with him!" Ms. Tan advised Yang Huamei.

But Yang Huamei shook her head like a rattle: "I just hate his wild spirit, and I just want to play with him!"

"But if he doesn't play with you, you still want to play with him?" Ms. Tan asked helplessly.

"Mom, please teach me how to make him want to play with me?" Yang Huamei grabbed Tan's arm and asked eagerly.

Mrs. Tan was stunned for a moment, with a confused look on her face.

"Mom has never played with him, and she doesn't know!"

"Ugh..." Yang Huamei shook off Tan's hand, turned around and threw herself into the quilt again, sobbing.

Mrs. Tan sighed, and after some more coaxing, she finally coaxed Yang Huamei, who was tired from crying, to sleep.

She took Wangcai out of the house and let him run wild in the yard.

He held a small stool and stood at the door of Yang Huamei's house doing needlework.

After a while, Tan's movements stopped.

She was pondering something in her eyes, and finally, she glanced at Yang Huamei's ajar door.

Listening to the snoring coming from her daughter inside the house, Mrs. Tan's face turned gloomy.

As my daughter grows older, her thoughts have also changed.

Hey, I won’t stay long!

Mrs. Tan was sitting at the door of the house, sighing and doing needlework. Over there, Old Yangtou came back in a hurry from outside.

Mrs. Tan heard the footsteps and glanced up.

I saw Lao Yang with a face darker than the bottom of the pot on his head. Without even looking at her, he ran straight towards the backyard.

"Daddy Mei'er, where are you going? Why do you look like this?"

Mrs. Tan put down her sewing work, stood up hurriedly and ran towards Old Yang.

Lao Yang stopped in his tracks and said angrily to Mr. Tan: "Those careless people like Sanfang called Yu Dafu to resell the land!"

Are the three-bedroom apartments selling land?

Mrs. Tan was also surprised.

"Didn't that little bastard, Third, promise not to sell our old Yang family's land if we beat him to death?" Tan grabbed Old Yang's arm and asked urgently.

"Daddy Mei'er, who did you listen to?"

"I just went to the seller's house in the village to buy cut tobacco. I heard what the people next to me said." Old Yangtou said.

"It is said that the third daughter-in-law followed Yu Dafu out of the village entrance, and Blacksmith Luo followed her. They were talking about buying and selling fields all the way!"

After hearing what Lao Yangtou said, Mrs. Tan was also furious.

"No wonder Meier and I came to the backyard just now and saw Fatty Fatty and Tang Yazi cooking meat there!"

"I said I was going to entertain guests at noon, and here are the guests!"

"Roast meat?" Old Yangtou was so angry that the muscles on his face twitched.

"Those bastards like Sanfang, all the money they got from selling the land was used to fill the hole in their mouths! I, I'll go find the third brother!"

Lao Yang, with his head behind his back and his hands behind his back, angrily went to the backyard.

Mrs. Liu, who was cooking lunch in the kitchen, heard the conversation in the yard clearly.

She made a few gestures to Jin who was sitting at the stove, "Sister-in-law, please keep an eye on the sweet potato rice in the pot. I'll go with you to take a look at the excitement!"

Mrs. Liu had just come out of the kitchen and was about to follow her when she heard an angry shout.

"Where are you going to go wild for this lazy and evil bitch?"

Mrs. Liu took a look and found Mrs. Tan still standing in the yard.

"Mom, my father has lost his temper, and I would like to give him some advice..." Mrs. Liu said with an apologetic smile.

Mrs. Tan spat at Mrs. Liu: "That's nonsense, go back and cook, and then I'll see you sneaking around and skin you!"

Mrs. Liu shrank her neck and returned to the kitchen angrily.

Here, Mrs. Tan did not chase Old Yangtou, but returned to the house.

She looked around the room, finally picked up a feather duster in her hand, and ran out of the room in a hurry.

…

In the backyard, Mrs. Sun and the others came back from looking at the fields.
Chapter completed!