Old Yangtou also blushed and sat there with an unnatural smile on his face.

It seems that due to the previous incident of Yang Hua'an's tomb relocation, there was an additional layer of estrangement between father and son. Now that they suddenly sat together, Old Yang was no longer so comfortable and could not talk as freely as before.

In embarrassment, Lao Yangtou took out the dry cigarette bag hanging on his back waist and planned to take a few puffs to resolve the embarrassing atmosphere. Yang Ruoqing quickly spoke.

"Sir, the doctor has told my dad not to smell cigarette smoke in the past few days. It will irritate his throat and make it red and swollen."

After hearing this, Old Yangtou quickly put the dry tobacco bag back.

Yang Huazhong felt a little sorry and said: "It's okay, Dad, you can smoke it, I just don't smoke it myself."

Old Yangtou coughed, his eyes flickered slightly, and said: "It doesn't matter, I'm not in a hurry to smoke. When you feel better, we can smoke together."

Mrs. Sun quickly said: "Yes, yes, father Qing'er, get well soon. When you get better, you can smoke dry tobacco with Qing'er."

Yang Huazhong nodded.

Looking up at Old Yangtou, Yang Huazhong was even more moved when he saw that Old Yangtou was looking at him expectantly.

But after Mrs. Sun finished speaking, the room fell silent again, and her demeanor became awkward again.

Yang Ruoqing turned her eyes and said, "Sir, please sit with my dad for a while. My mother and I will go and settle these chickens and ducks first."

Old Yang nodded.

The mother and daughter quickly picked up their things and left, leaving the alone space for their father and son.

"If the two of us aren't standing around, your father and your grandfather will probably be able to talk more freely, right?" Sun and Yang Ruoqing asked on the way to the backyard.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "It should be."

The two mothers first locked up the chickens and ducks in the chicken coop in the backyard.

Sun said: "These chickens and ducks are getting fat. They are heavy in your hands. One of them is a black-bone chicken. I will make soup for your father later. It will be very nourishing. What happened to your grandparents this time?"

, I have been here for almost thirty years, and this is the first time I have seen them treat your father like this. It really feels like a dream."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, "My grandma is smart. It seems that you have made up your mind not to give in to them, so they are anxious. This is a show of goodwill, so of course you have to show sincerity.

You can’t trap a wolf without a child.”

Sun said again: "Qing'er, do we really accept so many things? We are juniors after all, and I always feel a little uneasy..."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Mom, just accept it in a down-to-earth manner. You have to accept what should be accepted. You don't want to think about what my grandma has done for other sons. That is really dedicated. My father has always been a son.

What about the one who is giving the most, how many chickens, ducks and eggs will he pick up this time?"

"To put it bluntly, the money for these chickens, ducks, eggs, and the wool from the sheep were not all bought with the money we used to honor their elders. In order to protect my eldest cousin, my grandma even bought her own coffin.

They have all been used to move the uncle's grave. It's really nothing for my father to eat a few of their chickens, ducks and eggs. You just accept them in a down-to-earth manner, with peace of mind, and listen to me!"

Mrs. Sun sighed lightly, "Okay, I'll just accept it!"

"Oh, by the way, where is your fourth aunt, Qing'er? I remember that she came to the backyard to deliver a message before. Why did she not see her after walking around twice?" Mrs. Sun suddenly asked again.

Yang Ruoqing's hand holding the egg paused, and then she smiled a little weirdly.

"My fourth aunt took advantage of me and my grandfather to talk outside, stuffed a few eggs and duck eggs into her pockets, and found an excuse to leave early," she said.

"Ah?" Mrs. Sun's face was full of astonishment and she didn't know what to say.

"You didn't tell me, did you?" the woman asked again immediately.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I didn't say anything this time. Just turn a blind eye and let it pass. It won't be so good next time."

Mrs. Sun smiled bitterly, "Your fourth aunt is actually not a bad person. This time your father was ill, she visited him back and forth many times. It was your fourth aunt who said the things I didn't dare to say and kept in my heart for me.

, still in front of your mother, but your fourth aunt can never change her petty theft behavior, hey! "

Yang Ruoqing also smiled: "No one is perfect, let her do whatever she wants."

"Qing'er, when do you think we are going to kill this chicken to replenish your father's health? This silky chicken is very good for replenishing your body!" asked Sun again.

In the past two days, Yang Huazhong drank some millet porridge and noodle soup intermittently. The combined portions in the two days were not equal to his usual meal. Mr. Sun saw it in front of his eyes and was anxious in his heart!

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said: "Mom, I know you feel sorry for my father who hasn't eaten anything in his stomach, but my father has this disease. At this time, he has to avoid food and keep it light. Although chicken soup is a good tonic, but at this time

If the deficiency is not replenished, it will not be good. In a few days, my father's health will be better, and then we will give him a good replenishment."

…

When the couple returned to Yang Huazhong's house, Old Yang had already left, and Yang Huazhong was leaning on the bed with emotion on his face.

"When did dad leave?" Mrs. Sun walked over and asked.

Yang Huazhong said: "As soon as the front foot left, you came over with the back foot."

Sun said: "You don't want to keep him here for lunch?"

Yang Huazhong smiled and said, "I originally wanted to stay, but then I thought about it and didn't say anything. I have my own plans."

"What's your plan? Tell me." Sun asked curiously.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Dad, don't say anything yet, let me guess, what do you think?"

Yang Huazhong's loving eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing: "Cheng, guess, see if you can guess my mind."

Sun also set her sights on Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while and said: "Dad, you must be thinking so. If you stay for lunch today, on the one hand, my father may not stay for lunch. Secondly, time is also a bit rushed. You are worried that my mother will not be able to make it in time."

Ready, right?"

Yang Huazhong smiled and said, "Yes, I do have concerns in this regard. I am sick in bed, and this situation is not suitable for leaving your father to eat. Besides, it is not appropriate to leave your father alone, and you

Where’s the milk!”

Yang Ruoqing nodded and continued: "In addition, Dad, you should still be planning to set up a table at home when you recover from your illness, and not only invite your grandparents over for dinner, but also invite my uncle, Uncle Chang Gen.

, Uncle Daniu, Fourth Uncle and others who have come to visit you come to your house for a meal, right?"

Yang Huazhong smiled and gave Yang Ruoqing a thumbs up: "My daughter is so smart, she guessed all my thoughts."

Mrs. Sun on the side also laughed: "This is really your biological daughter. She is like a roundworm in your belly. I didn't even guess it, but she guessed it all. It's true that father and daughter are connected."

"However, Dad Qing'er, I agree with your plan. Right now, we are focused on you and have no intention of fixing anything else. When you recover, we will arrange two tables of food and wine to express our gratitude.
Chapter completed!