Yesterday I bought a pair of pig's trotters from the Sun family, and also pounded three or four kilograms of ribs.

The pig's trotters had been simmered for a day and a night, and were already soft, so they were sent to Lao Yangtou for dinner.

Half of the ribs were stewed with wild mushrooms and the like. The old couple had a meal last night, and this morning I cooked noodles with the ribs soup for them to eat.

There was still half of the pork ribs left, so Sun added minced ginger, garlic and chili peppers and braised it together, and put some potatoes in it, and he and Yang Huazhong ate it.

In addition, Mrs. Sun also picked a jar from a pile of jars in the kitchen, opened the mouth of the jar, took out a handful of sauerkraut, washed two handfuls of bean sprouts, cut some chili peppers and stewed it for a bowl of sour and spicy soup.

The pickled cabbage and bean sprout soup comes.

Yang Huazhong raised his chopsticks, saw the pickled cabbage and bean sprout soup on the small table in front of him, and said, "You still understand me."

Mrs. Sun smiled tenderly. After being married for decades, she understood him better than herself.

In the same way, he is also the person who understands her best in the world.

"Don't just eat sauerkraut and bean sprouts, come and eat a piece of ribs." Mrs. Sun put a piece of ribs into Yang Huazhong's bowl.

"You eat too," Yang Huazhong said, and the two of them were eating food while facing each other.

I don't know whether it was because the aroma of the food wafted to Tan's nose or something else, but they were only halfway through eating when Tan suddenly woke up.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat too!" She sat on the bed, stretched her neck, took a loud gulp of saliva towards the table, and said loudly.

Yang Huazhong and Sun both quickly put down their chopsticks. Yang Huazhong came to the bedside to check on Tan's condition, while Sun quickly got Tan's bowl, chopsticks, and food.

"Mom, are you awake? How are you feeling now? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Yang Huazhong asked with a concerned look on his face.

Mrs. Tan ignored Yang Huazhong's inquiry and wrinkled her nose vigorously: "It's so fragrant, what kind of food are they?"

Yang Huazhong turned to look at the table behind him and said, "Potato-roasted pork ribs, pickled cabbage and bean sprout soup."

"This is sour and spicy, I like it!" Tan said happily.

She stretched out her hand as a gesture to get out of bed, and Yang Huazhong quickly supported her: "Mom, just sit on the bed. We will pick up some food for you later."

Mrs. Tan patted Yang Huazhong's hand: "Lao San, you silly boy, your mother and I have hands and feet, why should you carry it? Help me over quickly, I want to eat it by myself."

Yang Huazhong had no choice but to help Tan sit down at the table. Soon, Sun brought the food and placed it in front of Tan.

"Mom, it's time to eat." She said cautiously.

"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Tan grabbed the chopsticks. Although her eyes were blind and she bumped a little when she put down the chopsticks, as long as the chopstick head caught the food, she could sense it immediately through the chopstick head.

With one chopstick, he scooped up a large piece of pickled cabbage and bean sprouts into his bowl, and then ate it in big gulps.

"Is this cooked by Qing'er's mother?" Tan asked vaguely while eating.

"My wife cooked it." Mrs. Sun said somewhat uneasily, "Mom, does this taste... do you like it?"

Mrs. Tan was furious before, but now she might be trying to find fault. Mrs. Sun's heart was in doubt, and Yang Huazhong also stood aside a little nervous.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Tan not only did not scold, but nodded in a friendly manner: "This tastes not bad, Qing'er, I am not an old lady, but I am partial to you. Among the several daughters-in-law and grandsons of our old Yang family, I can't choose anyone who is good at cooking."

Overwhelmed you!"

"Ah?" Mrs. Sun looked stunned, and Yang Huazhong was also confused.

Why did you suddenly become so talkative?

"If it weren't for your good cooking skills, our old Yang family used to do so many important things, I wouldn't push you out to cook. Look, these ribs are cooked so well, the bones and meat can be cooked with a sizzling sound.

It’s opened, it’s top quality, tsk tsk…”

Mrs. Tan sat there eating and praising her, and soon she had eaten most of a large bowl of potato-braised pork ribs, leaving a pile of gnawed meat and bones on the side of the bowl.

"Why don't you two eat?" Tan suddenly asked.

Mrs. Sun came back to her senses and said, "Mom, we have both eaten. You can eat."

Mrs. Tan nodded: "By the way, where is your father? Why didn't he come over for dinner?"

"Ah?" Mrs. Sun was surprised and looked up at Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong also had a look of astonishment on his face. After fighting like that before, why did it seem like nothing happened after he slept? When did you become so open-minded?

"Is your father going to Lao Jiangtou's place to gossip again? That old man really can't sit still for a moment since he got a wheelchair," Mrs. Tan muttered to herself.

"By the way, Mrs. Qing'er, you can keep these ribs. Your father will come home later and heat them up for him to eat. He must still be hungry!"

After Mrs. Tan finished speaking, she stopped piercing the ribs and potatoes with her chopsticks and started eating pickled cabbage and bean sprouts.

Yang Huazhong and Sun on the side were extremely surprised. Under Sun's look, Yang Huazhong cleared his throat and asked tentatively: "Mom, are you... okay? You don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, right?"

Mrs. Tan looked confused: "Look at me, I can eat and sleep, I'm so comfortable!"

"oops……"

Her hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stopped, "Why is my scalp so hot?"

She put down her chopsticks and raised her hand to touch her head. The next moment she exclaimed: "Oh my God, why am I bald? What's going on? Where did my hair go?"

Beside them, the expressions of Yang Huazhong and Sun could be described as horror.

"Mom, you really don't remember what happened to your hair?" Yang Huazhong summoned up the courage to ask tentatively.

Tan paused in touching his scalp, raised his head, and asked Yang Huazhong with a stern expression: "What's going on? Why is my hair bald?"

"previously……"

"Let me tell you!" Sun said before Yang Huazhong.

"Mom, this is all my fault. I put a piece of kraft paper with mice on it on the table and forgot to take it away. You couldn't walk, and your heart hit you. Your head happened to hit the kraft paper and you pulled it off.

If you accidentally bring down a piece of fur, it's all your wife's fault. If you want to blame, just blame your wife..."

Hearing what Sun said, Tan gritted his teeth in anger.

"What can I say about you? I was praising you just now, now I'm going to give you a slap!" Mrs. Tan scolded Mrs. Sun through gritted teeth, as if she hated iron.

Ms. Sun lowered her head and apologized repeatedly.

After all, the sour and spicy taste of pickled cabbage and bean sprouts was too tempting, so Tan cursed a few times and let it go, raised his chopsticks and continued eating.

After she had eaten and drank enough, she climbed into bed and fell asleep again with her head covered.

Yang Huazhong and Mr. Sun packed up the dishes and hurriedly ran to Lao Yangtou's room next door and told Lao Yangtou about Tan's anomaly.
Chapter completed!