Yang Huamei never expected that she would be pushed away so roughly while wiping her eldest son's sweat with good intentions. She lost her footing and hit the counter next to her.

There was a muffled "bang" sound. It was the tea bowl that Hongmei had half-drunk from before, which turned over, and all the remaining tea leaves and water spilled onto the open account book on the counter.

"Oh no, it's my account."

Hongmei exclaimed, turned and ran to the counter, picked up the tea bowl, picked up the account book, shook the tea on it, and blew it with her mouth, all in a hurry.

When Dabai saw this, he stamped his feet anxiously, "This is an account book. If you break it, you will be in trouble!"

Yang Huamei was frightened by this incident. When she came to her senses, she hurriedly stepped forward and raised her sleeves to wipe the water stains on them.

Hongmei stepped aside to prevent Yang Huamei from touching the account book.

Dabai grabbed Yang Huamei's arm roughly: "Don't cause trouble with this, just follow me!"

"Dabai, please be gentle, my arm hurts."

Dabai ignored Yang Huamei's screams and kneaded the dough with both hands. He tightened his grip on Yang Huamei's feet like an iron pliers and accelerated his pace towards the backyard.

Yang Huamei was dragged staggeringly to the backyard, then walked around the corner of the kitchen and was taken to the back door before her arms were released.

Aunt Dabai was also frightened and followed closely behind the mother and son.

"Dabai, what are you doing? Your mother didn't mean it, why are you so rude?" The aunt supported Yang Huamei and asked Dabai very dissatisfied.

Dabai's face turned red with anger, he pointed at Yang Huamei's nose, and yelled like an adult lecturing a child: "You said you don't want to stay in the village, why do you have to come to me every three days? Why don't you do anything human?

If I add to the chaos and blather in a panic, I will lose all my face by you!"

Yang Huamei and Aunt Dabai were both dumbfounded, staring at Dabai dumbfounded.

Yang Huamei blushed even more and stood there twisting her hips unconsciously.

She has had a secret since she was a child. She would twist her hips when she was nervous, or she would twist the corners of her clothes hard. Now her arm was held by Aunt Dabai, and she couldn't free her hands, so she could only twist her hips to relieve herself.

My own embarrassment and shame.

Sister Shuanzi stepped forward and slapped Dabai's hand pointing at Yang Huamei, causing his hand to fall down.

"Dabai, you bastard, she is your own mother, why are you talking to your own mother!"

His big white eyes were bloodshot and he stared at his aunt: "And you, why are you messing around? When you have free time, why don't you lie down and sleep at home and gossip with the village women? You have to come to me.

Are you here to embarrass yourself? Do I owe you anything?"

Sister Shuanzi was also dumbfounded. She looked at Dabai blankly, looking at this nephew from her natal family whom she had loved since childhood!

"Why are you kid like this? You just contradict me, why are you scolding your aunt? We are your elders, you are not older or younger!"

Yang Huamei came to her senses and was trembling with anger.

"Am I not old or young? It's because you are old and disrespectful!" Dabai's face was ferocious. Although he was wearing a chef's clothes and a chef's hat, he looked like a butcher, full of rage, which made Yang Huamei and Shuanzi

The eldest sister was afraid to look directly.

"Don't think I don't know the purpose of your coming here." Dabai sneered again.

He looked up at the two-story attic in the front yard, his eyes and brows twitching unruly, but there was a touch of contempt on the corner of his mouth, "You saw that I opened a restaurant and made some money, so I just came here to enjoy the autumn breeze. Eating and drinking is a bottomless pit..."

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Dabai's face so hard that his neck was crooked.

"You dare to hit me?"

He spit out the blood foam in his mouth, his pupils shrank and stared at Yang Huamei in front of him before he could take back his hand.

Yang Huamei's spine felt chilly, and she subconsciously took two steps back.

"Dabai, what you say is so chilling." She said bravely.

"The pig head meat you gave your father was the leftovers from others. You used it to send us away like beggars, right?" Yang Huamei asked again.

"What? Is there such a thing?"

Sister Shuanzi heard this from the side and was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Dabai, are you really going to send your father away with the leftovers that the guests didn't eat?" Sister Shuanzi approached Dabai, raised her head and asked again with eyes wide open in disbelief.

When the incident was revealed, Dabai didn't panic at all.

On the contrary, he smiled sarcastically.

He raised his hand to twist the remaining wheat flour between his fingers, and blew it on the face of the aunt in front of him, and said lightly: "So what? Most of them are meat dishes, and you shouldn't let you farmers get a little oily.

Are you grateful to me?"

"You bastard!" Sister Shuanzi raised her hand to hit her again, but her wrist was caught by Dabai.

He leaned over and stared at Sister Shuanzi's face and growled ferociously: "I call you auntie to give you face, you old man, don't be shameless!"

Sister Shuanzi was pushed away hard and fell to the ground.

She cried loudly and slapped her hands on the ground: "Oh my God, my nephew is beating my aunt..."

Yang Huamei went over to help Sister Shuanzi up, but Sister Shuanzi was already lying on the ground.

Yang Huamei had no choice but to rush towards Dabai, hit him on the shoulder, and beat him on the arm. While beating him, she cried and cursed: "You are an unfilial son, you bastard, and your aunt also beat you. You don't remember how your aunt hurt you when you were a child."

Well..."

Dabai stood there motionless, picking his ears when he got tired of listening.

"Okay, okay, stop howling. I'm just beating the autumn wind. I'll give each of you a roast duck. Get out of here!"

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, and then started beating her even more violently, "You bastard bastard, do you think we are beggars begging for food..."

Dabai sneered: "You guys come here every three days to beat the autumn wind, are you any different from beggars? I throw a piece of pig head meat to the dog, and the dog has to wag its tail a few times for you, and you come here to pick and choose whether you like to eat it or not.

Get out of here!"

Yang Huamei looked up at him, her eyes turning black. She opened her mouth several times but couldn't even curse out a complete sentence.

And a rush of hot blood rushed from the soles of her feet to her forehead, making her feet weak and her body swaying and unable to stand steadily.

…

Half an hour later, in the private room in the backyard of Tianxiang Building in the town, with the help of Sister Shuanzi, Ju'er finally fed a bowl of honey and red date water into Yang Huamei's mouth.

After letting Yang Huamei lie on the soft bed for a while, she finally opened her eyes.

"Mei'er, you're finally awake, you almost scared me to death earlier!" Sister Shuanzi stood aside and wiped away tears in worry.

Yang Huamei's eyelids moved. What happened in the backyard of Baimeizhai rushed into her mind like a flood. Her brows knitted together in pain, her body twisted on the soft body, and there was a sound between crying and choking in her throat.

The sounds between them are heart-wrenching to hear.

"Girl, don't get excited, listen to me, you have to calm down, don't think about those bad things, look at me, look at me."
Chapter completed!