"Humph, you ask me to go now, but I won't go! Even if eight big sedans come to carry you, I won't go either!"

Yang Ruoqing was really happy.

"Eight-carrying sedan chair? Mom, do you think you are the bride? Then you still need a big red flower on your head!"

There used to be a crazy woman in the village who loved to wear a big red flower on her head.

The same goes for Yang Yongqing's mother-in-law, Mo Shi. No matter what color the flowers are, she will pile them on her head until her neck is crushed.

So when Mrs. Tan heard Yang Ruoqing's teasing, she naturally thought of those crazy women. She was so angry that she picked up the pillow behind her and threw it towards the door.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to catch it or kick it back.

When she saw a familiar figure running towards her, she laughed, ducked to the side, and then hit the person in the face with the pillow.

"Ouch!"

Yang Huamei was caught off guard.

Mrs. Tan heard the sound, took off the quilt and got down to the floor. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes as she headed towards the door, calling "Meier Meier"...

Yang Huamei picked up the pillow and rubbed the bridge of her sore nose, "Mom, why are you throwing things away again?"

Mrs. Tan glared at Yang Ruoqing who stood up from behind Yang Huamei, laughing, and said angrily: "I'll beat the dog."

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to suffer the disadvantage of being dumb: "Nai, you are my ancestor. Without you, there would be no me. I am a dog. What are you like?"

Mr. Tan was questioned directly.

Even Yang Huazhong was a little embarrassed.

There are three generations of direct blood relationships in this house: mother and son, father and daughter, grandparents and grandchildren.

If one generation is a dog, then everyone else will also be a bark.

"Qing'er, your grandma is joking with you, please don't argue."

Yang Huazhong quickly cleared up this embarrassing topic in this way.

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily and remained silent.

She doesn’t have to give face to anyone, but her parents’ face must be taken care of. This is her principle.

After Yang Huamei arrived, Mrs. Tan's whole mind was focused on her daughter, and she didn't have the time to worry about the verbal gains and losses with Yang Ruoqing.

The old lady took Yang Huamei's hand and looked up and down, "You've lost weight and cried. It's like you've peeled off two layers of skin and you've lost your shape!"

Yang Huamei originally came to her mother's house holding back a lot of grievances. Suddenly she heard Tan's words and subconsciously touched her face.

The feel is the same as the previous few days, but where did it go out of shape?

"Mom, you'd better go to bed and talk. The ground is cold."

Mrs. Sun saw Mrs. Tan's bare feet and came over to persuade her softly.

Only then did Mrs. Tan realize that the soles of her feet were freezing cold, and her teeth immediately began to chatter due to the cold. Yang Huamei also became nervous and quickly helped Mrs. Tan back to the bed.

Mrs. Tan put her feet under the quilt, and asked Yang Huamei to put her hands and feet in too, saying it was warm.

Yang Huamei shook her head: "I wore a lot of clothes, so it's not cold."

"Why aren't you cold? Hurry up and put your hands under the quilt to warm yourself up."

Yang Huamei had no choice but to stuff her hands into the warm quilt.

At this time, Mrs. Sun handed over a small copper stove to Yang Huamei, "Put it under the quilt, you and mother will be warmer."

Yang Huamei took it and did it.

Mrs. Tan couldn't wait to ask about Hongmei.

"...Did you really take it over? He is living in your house now?"

Tan didn't believe anyone who said it, so Yang Huamei had to admit it personally for the old lady to truly believe it.

Seeing Yang Huamei nodding, Tan's heart really sank to the bottom.

"Meier, you are so confused. How can you do this? You are so confused!"

Mr. Tan shook his head and sighed again, looking like he hated the iron.

Yang Huamei smiled bitterly: "What can we do? She is pregnant with a baby! In Shuanzi's words, if we don't care about this situation, we will really push these mothers to death. After all, we are not that

A cold-blooded person cannot do such heartless things!"

Mrs. Tan gritted her teeth and said harshly: "I knew it was the idea of ​​the old Wang family and his son. Wang Shuanzi, the sick man, also rebelled this time. Standing on his father's side, I knew that my Mei'er, you were forced to

of……"

Yang Huamei's expression was a little strange, confused and a little guilty.

"Mom, you can't say that. I'm not completely forced..."

"What, so you are willing to serve that bad woman? Mei'er, you are the mother-in-law. The daughter-in-law has always served the mother-in-law. How can a mother-in-law turn around and act like a cow or a horse for her daughter-in-law?"

Tan's remarks are somewhat inconsistent with the situation.

Brothers and sisters Yang Huazhong and Yang Huamei were embarrassed at the same time. They looked towards the place where Sun was standing in tacit agreement.

It was discovered that Mrs. Sun was not in the room, and Yang Ruoqing was now standing where she had stood before.

"Qing'er, where is your mother?" Yang Huazhong asked in surprise.

Just now, I handed the small copper stove to the old lady, but why did it disappear as soon as I turned around?

Yang Ruoqing said: "When Mom saw my aunt coming, she took the time to go to the backyard to clean up the kitchen. What, daddy, do you want to call Mom over if you have something to do?"

Yang Huazhong quickly waved his hand: "No, no, no, let your mother go about her business."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, turned her head and listened to Ms. Tan's heart-wrenching to Yang Huamei.

When Mrs. Tan started to ask about Yang Huamei's affairs, Yang Ruoqing quietly asked Mrs. Sun to leave.

why?

Because next, Mrs. Tan will definitely teach Yang Huamei some "moves" to consolidate family status from the perspective of motherhood. Let's call it the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" for the time being!

As for these moves, there is no sense of inconsistency in the conversation between mother and daughter.

But when Mrs. Sun's daughter-in-law is present, this set of moves seems contradictory and will embarrass both the daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law at the same time. If you practice this move, you may go crazy.

Therefore, it is better for everyone to send the Sun family away.

"Mei'er, you have to show off your mother-in-law's style, but you can't serve that Hongmei, otherwise it will be terrible in the future, and you have to live your life based on her face..."

Regardless of whether Ms. Sun is present or not, Ms. Tan will stand in the position of mother-in-law and teach Yang Huamei the methods and experience of controlling her daughter-in-law.

But Yang Huamei didn't appreciate it.

"Mom, please stop talking about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. When did I admit that Hongmei is my wife? Even if she calls me mother-in-law, I can't agree. Do you know? I am thirty-three this year and she is twenty-six.

!”

"What? She's so old? Doesn't that mean she's nearly ten years older than Dabai? This old cow eats tender grass, how shameless!"

"That's right, so don't talk about mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, I won't admit it!"

"Mei'er, Hongmei is pregnant with a baby, and she has come to your old Wang family. You are also taking care of her. In the eyes of everyone... this is already acknowledged." Yang Huazhong on the side couldn't help but speak.
Chapter completed!