"Where are you sitting? Are you Mei'er's mother-in-law? Why are you speaking for the Wang family? Have you been kicked in the head?"

"Mom, my father and mother's heads were not kicked by donkeys, but your own head was crushed by the crack in the door. You do double standards for the same thing and you even curse people!"

Yang Ruoqing said crisply, and she was already carried into the main room.

He was holding a bamboo basket in his hand, with nearly three kilograms of white rice and shrimps dancing in it, some of which were still stained with water plants. They had obviously just been fished out of the water.

"Qing'er..."

Ms. Sun quickly got off the table and walked to the door of the hall.

Yang Ruoqing put the white rice shrimp and the bamboo basket into Sun's hand, "Mom, my uncle caught it from the fish pond in the morning. I will bring some for you and my father to try. You can also eat the fresh white rice shrimp fried with spicy pepper.

After it is dried, it can be made into shrimp skin or shrimp paste."

Mrs. Sun happily took it and said, "Da'an likes shrimp paste the most, so I will go to the backyard to clean it up and dry it."

When Ms. Sun turned around, Ms. Tan, who had been ignored at the table, became furious again. She threw the pair of chopsticks in front of her to the ground and cursed at Yang Ruoqing.

"You're such a fat girl, you're not big or small, but you come up and scold me, an old woman. Who gave you the courage? Is it your father or your mother? This is not lawless..."

Sun panicked and opened her mouth to explain something to Yang Ruoqing. Yang Ruoqing patted Sun's slightly shaking shoulder and told her not to step forward and let her deal with it on her own.

"Nai, don't lift my parents out to suppress me. If it weren't for their sake, I wouldn't even bother to call a double-standard old lady like you!"

"Qing'er, what do you mean by double standards?" Yang Huazhong took advantage of the opportunity and asked.

Yang Ruoqing almost laughed. Dad, this curious baby, really played a role in assisting him right now.

"Double standards are two sets of internal and external standards for the same thing." Yang Ruoqing explained patiently, "There is a ready-made example in front of me."

She pointed at Mrs. Tan, and then said: "My grandma kept scolding the old Wang family for treating my aunt harshly, saying that my aunt was not having a good confinement period, not eating enough gastrodia elata, and so on. If I remember correctly, my aunt was

Twins were born every year, and the more than 20 chickens in the backyard of Lao Wang's family ate them all. Grandpa and grandma, you also provided subsidies openly and covertly. You sent all kinds of big fish and meat there, and there was no shortage of nourishing medicinal materials. My aunt has enough.

It took two months before I got out of bed."

"And my mother spends the confinement period with several aunts? She washes, cooks, feeds the pigs and sweeps the floor for the whole family. How many days can she lie in bed after one month? Take my mother for example, the whole family has all the big cotton clothes for the winter.

I'm waiting for her to take a bath during confinement. Too much cold water on my fingers has left the root of the disease, and it hurts every day. Why don't you feel sad and distressed? You also blame my parents for not supporting my aunt when she was a mother-in-law and a mother-in-law.

How do you treat your own wife, and you have the nerve to ask for it?"

Yang Ruoqing started the fight with full force. There was not a single curse word in the whole process. Every word was an example, a comparison, and every word brought Yang Huazhong and Sun back to the past.

Mrs. Sun's face was full of emotion, some remembering the bitterness and remembering the sweetness.

Yang Huazhong's eyes were slightly red, and his chest was filled with deep guilt.

"Mother Qing'er, it's because I'm incompetent. When you gave birth to three children...you suffered a lot!" Yang Huazhong said this in a deep voice with a very complicated expression.

If time could come back again, he would try his best to let his mother live a safe and complete confinement period.

I really can’t understand what I was thinking at that time, what on earth were I afraid of? To make my mother and children feel so wronged!

Unfortunately, time cannot be turned back.

The Tan family, on the other hand, was completely isolated.

Sitting there, Mrs. Tan felt as if she was too guilty to refute, so she started wiping away tears and trying to play the sympathy card.

It's a pity that no one likes her.

Her fierce style when she was a mother-in-law was too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. No matter how miserable she was, her tears would be poisonous.

"Mom, please stop crying. Just go and do what you have to do. We all have things to do and don't have time to mess around with you."

Finally, Yang Huazhong glanced at Tan and said indifferently.

Mrs. Tan opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Yang Huazhong stood up and walked towards Mrs. Sun, taking the bamboo basket in Sun's hand: "Let's go, I will accompany you to the backyard to collect shrimps."

Mrs. Sun glanced at the table, "The dishes and chopsticks haven't been cleared away yet..."

"Mom and dad, go ahead and leave the dishes and chopsticks to me!"

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile and rolled up her sleeves.

Mrs. Sun was reluctant to ask Yang Ruoqing to do this, but Yang Huazhong had already taken her hand and walked to the backyard.

In an instant, only Yang Ruoqing and Tan were left in the main room.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mr. Tan, who was still sitting there wiping away tears, feeling extremely aggrieved, and curled her lips: "It's just the two of us here, please stop acting. In front of me, a senior director, your acting skills are outside the 18th line."

Woolen cloth!"

Mrs. Tan couldn't understand what Yang Ruoqing said, but her intuition told her that it was definitely not a good thing.

She simply wiped the corners of her eyes and stood up, leaning on the table, and walked out with a sullen face, back to her room.

In this round, Yang Ruoqing won, leaving Tan speechless.

She snapped her fingers, turned around, hummed a tune, and quickly put away the dishes.

When carrying the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, she deliberately walked softly, for fear of disturbing the couple who were picking up rice and shrimps by the well in the backyard and deepening their relationship.

…

After putting all the dishes and chopsticks back in place, Yang Ruoqing tiptoed to the small window at the back of the kitchen. Before she could put her ears up to eavesdrop, an iron spatula hanging on a wooden post on the wall suddenly fell down and knocked on the door.

There was a crisp sound on the lid of the water tank underneath, which startled her.

The muffled whispers at the well behind the kitchen suddenly stopped, and then came Sun's questioning voice: "Is this you Qing'er?"

"Mom, it's me, I just brought the dishes and chopsticks." Yang Ruoqing responded with a smile, and then opened the window.

Yang Huazhong and Sun squatted face to face on the stone platform beside the well. There was a bamboo basket in the middle, a small bamboo sieve on the side, and a large basin filled with warm well water that had just been pumped up.

"Just put the dishes and chopsticks away. Don't wash them. Wait for me to clean up the bowl of shrimps and I'll wash them in a few moments."

Apparently Yang Huazhong had just poured out his heart to Mr. Sun, who looked rosy and was in a happy mood.

"You can't soak your fingers in water. I told you not to wash the shrimps but you still have to wash them. I will do the dishes and chopsticks later, and let me do the next dishes and chopsticks too!" Yang Huazhong showed a rare domineering expression.

Sun's face was so full of smiles that her eyes couldn't even be seen.

"Look at what you said, I'm not that serious. The male is the master and the woman is the master. Those are all my business, so you can't rob me of them!"

"Father, mother, don't give in, I'll wash it all off."
Chapter completed!