Full of evil and scheming, he put himself in jail and even made a woman pregnant and sent him home to raise a baby!

Why are these two twins so different?

But there is one thing in common, and that is: none of them make people worry!

"Shuanzi, come here for a moment."

Wang Hongquan suddenly poked his head out of the kitchen and waved to him mysteriously.

What happened again?

After Wang Shuanzi entered the kitchen, he found that Xiao Hei was already squatting at the mouth of the stove with a piece of pig's trotters, chewing until his mouth was full of oil.

"Have you washed your hands?" Wang Shuanzi asked.

"ah?"

Judging from Xiao Hei's reaction, you can tell that he hasn't washed it.

Wang Shuanzi shook his head again. Is this kid the reincarnation of Taoxie? His mouth seemed to be connected to a bottomless pit.

"Shuan Zi, I took one of the two pig's trotters and simmered it for Mei'er to recuperate, and I'll keep the other one for tomorrow."

"Well, thank you for your hard work, Dad."

"Hey, family, don't say those words."

Wang Hongquan waved his hand, and then said to Wang Shuanzi:

"When I was simmering pig's trotters, I asked Xiao Hei to go to your house to get some medicinal herbs to put in the soup."

"Mei'er was sleeping at the time, so I couldn't go in, and I didn't let Xiao Hei disturb her. I'm going to say hello to you in private, so as not to make a fuss when you see that the medicinal ingredients are missing later."

Wang Shuanzi laughed dryly, "I understand, Dad, the medicinal materials are used to stew soup for Meier to drink anyway. I believe you."

Wang Hongquan nodded happily.

"Mei'er thinks she's about to wake up. Bring her a bowl of hoof flower soup in!"

Wang Hongquan turned around, found a large bowl, and opened the lid.

The aroma immediately filled the small kitchen. Xiao Hei, who was sitting at the mouth of the stove, sniffed hard and his eyes widened.

"Master, I want to drink too, I want to drink too!"

"Wait a minute, I'll put on your motherly clothes first!"

Wang Hongquan smiled and cursed, and put almost half of the pig's trotters, including the bones, into the big bowl.

There were a few black boiled things floating on top of the white soup.

Wang Shuanzi knew it was Cordyceps sinensis.

The red ones are wolfberries.

"The appearance is really good-looking." Wang Shuanzi praised.

Wang Hongquan smiled kindly.

"There's a lot of soup. Shuanzi, you'll also have a bowl later?"

Wang Shuanzi glanced at the pot. There should be three or four bowls in the pot.

"Dad, you and Xiao Hei can drink, I won't drink."

"I don't need to drink either," Wang Hongquan said.

He glanced at the large white room opposite and hesitated to speak.

Wang Shuanzi knew what Wang Hongquan wanted to say, but he deliberately didn't ask.

These things were given to Meier by others, and as a husband, he should give them to his wife.

"Shuanzi, can you share my bowl with Dabai's wife?"

"Dad, this is not good..."

"What's wrong? Just think it's me who drank it! Besides, Dabai's wife is pregnant with our old Wang family's baby. Hongmei is so skinny and her eyes are sunken from the pain, since we took her home

Come home..."

"Okay, okay, Dad, please give her a bowl. Except for giving Xiao Hei a bowl, the rest in the pot must be reserved for Mei'er so that she can drink it again at night."

"Hey, okay, okay, of course, Mei'er is the most important thing!"

…

In this way, Yang Huamei ate a large bowl of hoof flower soup at noon and took a warm nap in the afternoon.

When I woke up in the evening, although I still had a cough, my energy and energy had recovered a lot, I could see much more clearly, and my ears were no longer ringing in the ears.

When Mrs. Tan came to visit her, Yang Huamei took Mrs. Tan's hand and sighed: "The tonic sent by Qing'er is really effective. Mom, you really have to thank Qing'er for me later."

Mrs. Tan clapped Yang Huamei's hand, feeling very satisfied with Yang Ruoqing's performance, but she still said with an old look on her face:

"Meier, what did you say? They should treat you well!"

"Especially that fat girl, she is rich and possesses goods. It is natural for her to pluck out a single hair to honor her aunt. What is there to thank her for?"

Yang Huamei shook her head repeatedly after hearing this, "Mom, that's not what you said."

"No matter how rich Qing'er and the others are, it doesn't just fall from the sky. They bring things to me because they think highly of me and because they care about your ancestor."

"They treat me well, but I can't take it for granted. I have to appreciate it and know whether it's good or bad..."

"Okay, okay, Meier, I understand everything you said. I'll just bring my thanks to you later. You're not cured yet, so don't talk so much. Be careful that you're tired..."

Mrs. Tan raised her hand and patted Yang Huamei on the back, her eyes full of care.

Yang Huamei nodded with a smile, lay down under Tan's caress, and rested her head on Tan's skinny thigh.

Just like when I was a child and was not feeling well, I just lay on my mother's lap, let my mother caress my back, and listened to her humming songs, and my mind calmed down inexplicably.

Even if you still feel a little uncomfortable, you can be cured by this kind of powerful care.

It is even more effective than medicines and supplements.

"Mei'er, how much did you drink at noon?" Tan asked again.

The first thing she did when she came to Lao Wang's house was to ask Wang Shuanzi about the lunch meal.

"It's a big bowl full, and it's still holding up until now." Yang Huamei said with squinted eyes.

"Well, that's good. Don't be afraid if it lasts. It'll be watery. Just urinate a few times." Ms. Tan said.

"Did you drink that red plum for her?"

"This...I don't know."

Yang Huamei originally wanted to tell the truth because Noon Shuanzi told her the truth.

She had no objection. Since they were all connected to the courtyard gate, they would naturally have to eat and drink from the same pot while living at home, so there was no need to plot against Hongmei.

You can't make a big fortune just by relying on that little calculation, can you?

But my mother knows her temper well, so if she had to tell her this, she would have to be verbose.

So Yang Huamei subconsciously chose to avoid this topic.

"Why are you so unclear? Mei'er, what you said is so confusing!"

Mrs. Tan sat up and her voice became a little colder.

"You are the only mistress of the house. You have to keep an account of what food is in the house, who is eating it, and who is not eating it!"

"Let's just say that in those days when our old Yang family was not divided, we had so many houses, large and small, and dozens of mouths. I was the best at eating and drinking, and no one could escape my notice. It's good for you, actually.

Are you saying you don’t know?"

"Mom, I'm so sick that I'm so sick that I still have the energy to ask about things as big as sesame seeds and mung beans!"

"Mei'er, being sick is not an excuse. I remember when I gave birth to you, half of your head was born, and your sisters-in-law were cooking lunch outside. How much rice did you cook and how many vegetables were cooked? Which vegetables used lard and which vegetables used rapeseed?

I don't care if you don't put even a drop of oil in the cooking of those vegetables. The more you are at that time, the more you need to take care of the supplies at home. Otherwise, those evil things like to take advantage of you and take advantage of you when you are sick.
Chapter completed!