Tan slapped his mouth and spat on the ground again, which meant that the bad luck was gone, and the last sentence was not counted.

Yang Huamei couldn't laugh or cry when she heard this.

"Mom, it's okay. I don't have any taboos. Stop hitting yourself."

"As long as there are no taboos," said Tan.

She gently held Yang Huamei's face and once again taught her her experience in running a house with sincere words:

"There are some things that you can turn a blind eye to, but there are some things that you must grasp tightly and not let up in the slightest."

"In your small family, what do you have to hold on to? That is your family's money and supplies,"

"Only if you firmly grasp these two things, will you have a place in this family and will your words have weight."

"Mom, I know, you have said these words a hundred times..."

"Mom, aren't you afraid that if you don't remember it, and you are sold later, you will still help count the money!"

"Mom, who sold me? To whom? What can I do if I sell it?"

"Hey, my Mei'er is fine. Even if she and that sick man Wang Shuanzi reconcile today, tomorrow the matchmaker will break through the threshold of our family. Do you believe it?"

Yang Huamei didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shook her head repeatedly, "Mom, please stop saying these words, I can't bear it!"

"Okay, I'll talk to you carefully that night when you go to bed."

Yang Huamei sat up in shock, "What? Are you still staying tonight?"

Mrs. Tan opened one eye unhappily: "What? You still dislike it when my mother stays to sleep with you?"

"Mom, it's not that I dislike it..."

"It's not disgust, what is that? You can't live without that sick man in your family, so you're not happy to be separated for one night?"

"Uh..." Yang Huamei blushed.

"You're sick right now, and you can't do anything while sleeping with him. You've been sleeping with him all year round, and you're tired of my mother just sleeping with you for one night? Hey, no wonder they say girls are foreign ministers. It's true at all.

Heartbroken..."

Mrs. Tan turned her face away, and the afterglow of the setting sun poured in through the gap in the window, covering the side of Ms. Tan's face.

From Yang Huamei's perspective, Tan's face looked lonely, especially the hair on her temples was completely white.

Of the hair on her head, only a few were still black, and she sat there looking like an old lady in her dying years.

Especially Tan's next words hit Yang Huamei's heart like a tear gas bomb.

"Hey, mother is already seventy years old, and I don't know how many more years I can stay with you."

"These days, I often dream about your eldest brother and second brother. Maybe they are here to pick me up..."

Tears burst into Yang Huamei's eyes, and she leaned down and hugged Ms. Tan tightly.

"Mom, I don't allow you to say those words. If you want to live a long life, you must!"

Mrs. Tan also hugged Yang Huamei with her backhand, nodded slightly with red eyes, and said with all her strength, choked with sobs: "Okay, my mother will live a few more years, my mother will fight with the sky and the earth. Even if the king of hell comes to arrest me, I will not give up!"

For dinner, we followed Mr. Tan's request, boiled three ounces of dried noodles in hoof flower soup, and cracked four poached eggs into it.

"Come on, Mei'er, eat it while it's hot."

Yang Huamei looked at the pile of bowls and felt helpless, "Mom, I'm almost in confinement now, I can't eat..."

"Why can't you eat it? How fragrant is this? You have to know that you almost had to eat the Yuanbao Candle!"

Yang Huamei shuddered all over when she heard this at night.

In order to prevent Mrs. Tan from saying other more terrifying words, she had no choice but to sit up obediently.

"Xiao Hei also got him two poached eggs."

Mrs. Tan added that she knew that Yang Huamei said she wanted to be strict with Xiao Hei, but she must have been pretending to be Xiao Hei in her heart. After all, she gave birth to her own son.

So Tan said it first.

Yang Huamei was relieved when she heard this.

"The boy saw there were four in your bowl and wanted four, but I scolded him back."

Mrs. Tan stood beside the bed and started talking again.

"He eats and goes to bed late at night, and he is not afraid of getting fat! He ate six taels of noodles, a bowl of porridge, and two poached eggs. He can't eat anymore."

After hearing the long list reported by Tan, Yang Huamei nodded in agreement, it was indeed enough.

Yang Huamei didn't dare to ask what the others were eating. She knew that in Tan's eyes, except for her and Xiao Hei, the other three people in the family couldn't even breathe.

Just wait until tomorrow. You won't need your mother to accompany you tomorrow.

"Mom, you are here to take care of me. I am recovering well from my illness. I lie in bed eating and drinking every day."

"I wonder what happened to Mrs. Jiawang? Logically speaking, we fell into the water together. I'm sick, so she shouldn't be much better either?"

Regarding this topic, Tan’s response was as follows:

"Humph, who knows? It would be better if a sinister person like her dies of illness!"

"Mom, don't say that..."

"When I say that, I'm just complimenting her. Mei'er, you're so good. You almost lost your life, so why do you care about what your mortal enemy is doing?"

"Mom, we are not mortal enemies, and quarrels are common. Besides, cousin Jiawang's mother was still a cousin to my father back then. It seems that our two families even moved around when I was a child, right?"

Tan curled his lips and turned his face to one side.

From an angle that Yang Huamei couldn't see, a trace of reminiscence and loneliness flashed across the old lady's eyes.

But it was soon replaced by irritability, and she said impatiently: "Only a ghost can remember something that took so long."

"Why has it been so long? It was only twenty years ago. I remember that time..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about those old sesame seeds and rotten millet. Let's eat the noodles quickly. After eating, wash your feet and go to bed!"

Mrs. Tan put down these words rudely and kicked out of the house with her little feet, holding a wooden basin in her hand.

This is where I went to fetch water for Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized something.

Yes, Jiawang's mother is my father's cousin, and she was related to my father when she came here. It was also because of my father that my mother gave me such warm hospitality.

Times have changed, and now my parents are incompatible with each other...

Hey, I am really sick and stupid. I really don’t want to pick up the pot. No wonder my mother doesn’t want to hear it!

In the hall, Wang Hongquan, Wang Shuanzi and Xiaohei were sitting around the table having dinner.

Ms. Tan rarely had midnight meals ten years ago, especially on winter nights. Her principle was not to eat after lunch.

I only eat a little at night unless there are very special circumstances.

So when Wang Shuanzi and the others invited her to eat together at Lao Wang's house, she refused.

At this moment, he came out with a strong voice, startling the three gentlemen at the table.

Wang Shuanzi stood up quickly, "Mom, have you changed your mind? Come sit down and have something to eat, and I'll get you bowls and chopsticks..."

"Eat, eat, eat, eat as big as you, I will get water to wash Mei'er's feet!"

Poor Wang Shuanzi got sprayed for no apparent reason.

But he would not be angry. He quickly put down his chopsticks and came over to take the basin. He smiled and said: "Okay, I will go get water for Mei'er right now. Mom, you go and rest first!"

"Shut up, are you trying to teach me how to do things, you sick idiot?"

Wang Shuanzi: "..."

Wang Hongquan at the table buried his head and silently picked up the food, not daring to speak loudly during the whole process.
Chapter completed!