Yang Ruoqing patted her heart and said with a smile.

Mr. Tan replied habitually: "I'm just looking at you, what?"

After finishing her argument, Tan herself was stunned for a moment.

She thought that Yang Ruoqing was going to slam the table to challenge her, but Yang Ruoqing said: "Mistress, how can you talk to me like this? I am your most beloved granddaughter. You have changed and become unkind. I don't want to

like you!"

Tan's head is covered with black lines.

Yang Huazhong and Sun were also dumbfounded.

The constipating atmosphere in the room before disappeared inexplicably because of Yang Ruoqing's gag.

"Fat girl, I have something to entrust to you. I've looked through every detail of our old Yang family, but nothing works. Only you..."

“Milk, stop it!”

Yang Ruoqing suddenly raised her hand to interrupt Tan's words.

"What's wrong?" asked Tan.

"Mistress, what you said at the beginning sounds so familiar to me. Come on, let's see if it would be better to say it in another way."

"What do you mean?" Tan asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled slyly, "I'll give you a demonstration."

She stood up and came to Tan's side, and put her hand on Tan's thin shoulder with a playful smile.

"Young man, I see that you have extraordinary bones and a mighty righteousness. It is up to you to turn the world around and save the world. Come on, here is a martial arts secret book. The original price is ten taels of silver. Because of your fate, I am discounting ten coins.

Sell ​​it to you for money..."

"Go! Go! Go!"

Mrs. Tan waved Yang Ruoqing's hand away, her expression once again looking like constipation.

Yang Ruoqing laughed and avoided Tan's "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" and returned to her seat to sit down.

"I'm telling you something serious, and you just make trouble with me. How old are you? You're not serious!"

Tan's face was dark, and he stroked his shoulder, where there were a few wrinkles where Yang Ruoqing had patted her earlier.

The old lady had obsessive-compulsive disorder and couldn't tolerate those few wrinkles on her clothes. It was like a cat's claws scratching her heart, which was so painful.

Everyone is familiar with Tan's obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Okay, okay, I won't make trouble anymore. Tell me, what serious things do you want to tell me?" Yang Ruoqing took another sip of hot water and asked with a smile.

Mrs. Tan looked at Yang Ruoqing's smiling face. Although she had put her arm on her shoulder to make trouble, the strange thing was that she couldn't really get angry. Instead, after such a fuss, the dull feeling on her heart dissipated a little.

So much so that when he said the next thing, his tone was a little lighter than before.

"Qing'er, do you know about the twenty taels of silver from the old Wang family?"

"I know, I got it back from Dabai, hehe..."

"Qing'er, that's how it is. As for the money, I don't want your parents to give it to Lao Wang's family right now. I have other plans..."

"Haha, you don't want to keep the milk for yourself, do you?"

"Nonsense, what kind of person am I? The jewelry in my jewelry box is worth more than that even if it is discounted!"

"Wow, so I am so rich? Rich woman, please support me, fat girl, I don't want to fight anymore..."

Tan nearly choked on his saliva.

Yang Huazhong also laughed.

While smiling, Mrs. Sun quietly tugged on the sleeves of Yang Ruoqing's clothes to signal her to stop making trouble. If she continued to make trouble, the old lady would really overturn the table.

Yang Ruoqing knew that it was impossible for Mr. Tan to overturn the table.

The reason is very simple. It's not that Tan doesn't dare to expose it, but...

She was holding this table quietly, and the old lady couldn't lift it, even if she was the King Kong Barbie in the gym.

"Come on, my little coffin can still open the corners of your eyes? Fatty, please stop interrupting and listen to what I have to say." Ms. Tan said.

But Yang Ruoqing waved her hand: "No need to say anything, I can guess what you want to say next if you raise your head."

Mrs. Tan gritted her teeth, "Are you talking nonsense? Are you a roundworm in my belly? Then tell me, what do I want to say next? If you don't get it right, I'll scold you to death!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "What if I guess right? What are you going to do? Do you want to show me how to get through the table?"

"Qing'er!"

"Qing'er..."

Yang Huazhong and Sun both stopped her at the same time.

Tan's stubborn temper got worse, and she patted the table and said, "I still don't believe you can guess everything right away. Well, I'll take a bet with you, old lady!"

"Mom, Qing'er is joking, don't take it seriously..." Mrs. Sun was frightened to death and hurriedly said nice words to Mrs. Tan.

Yang Ruoqing also giggled, "Okay, okay, I'm just kidding, you are the ancestor of our family, my parents have to support you, how dare I!"

"Let's stop making trouble and let's get down to business. Let me guess my grandma's plan for the twenty taels of silver!"

Everyone stopped talking and looked at Yang Ruoqing.

But Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Tan: "Mistress, you are worried that the money will fall into the hands of Lao Wang's family now, and it will have to be attached to Dabai. In the end, my aunt's bamboo basket will be empty, the money will be gone, and the people will be gone, and I will have no one to rely on, so you

You want to hide the money first so that the old Wang family doesn’t know about it, and then wait until the right time to give it to my aunt in private, don’t you?”

"Ah?" Tan was dumbfounded.

Yang Huazhong and Sun were relieved, but they were not surprised. Their daughter was amazing, not just once or twice.

"Besides, when is the right time? I think... it should be when my aunt is in trouble and has no one to rely on, right?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mrs. Tan remained silent and looked straight at Yang Ruoqing. Without saying a word, she suddenly stood up and pulled away the stool.

"Mom, what are you going to do?"

Yang Huazhong was the closest to Tan. He was the first to react and asked, reaching out and holding Tan's arm.

Mrs. Tan had already bent down. If she didn't grab her arm, she would really get under the Eight Immortals Table!

Mrs. Sun also hurriedly came over to support Mrs. Tan from the other side, and persuaded her together: "Mom, Qing'er is really joking with you, why do you take it seriously?"

Mrs. Tan's face turned red and she remained stagnant at the table, her eyes secretly glancing towards Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing lay on the table and saw Tan's actions clearly, she almost laughed out loud.

The more she smiled, the redder Tan's face became, and he gritted his teeth and kept drilling.

Yang Huazhong had no choice but to say: "Qing'er, just say something and don't mess with you like this!"

Yang Ruoqing stopped laughing and said to Mrs. Tan, "Mistress, you'd better calm down. If you get too old, you'll get under the table and reach your waist, which will put a burden on my parents."

Tan frowned and said, "I reached my waist and held on through gritted teeth. If I drag any of you down, I will be in trouble..."

The following words could not be spoken because Yang Huazhong reached out and covered Tan's mouth.
Chapter completed!