Yang Ruoqing's careful interpretation of the meaning of Yang Huazhong's words made Sun completely understand.

"If that's the case, then I'm relieved. I really need to ask the He family about their intentions first," said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily.

The aroma gradually wafted out of the pot, and Yang Ruoqing couldn't help it, so she picked up a shrimp and siomai with chopsticks and ate it while blowing it.

"Mom, you brought the milk back to the old house yesterday. Did the milk stop making trouble?"

When the Tan family was mentioned, the Sun family couldn't stop laughing.

"You didn't make any fuss with me and your father, but I am really annoyed with your fifth uncle and fifth aunt."

"How can a dying old man still have such a bad temper?" Yang Ruoqing was very confused.

"If it were someone else's old lady, she would have already cultivated her moral character at this age, but my milk is good and I won't stop."

"Qing'er, don't talk about your breasts..." Mrs. Sun said, suddenly thinking of something, her face changed slightly, and she stopped talking.

"Mom, can I give you some advice?" Yang Ruoqing ate the shrimp shaomai in her hands, wiped her mouth and asked Sun.

Mrs. Sun was stunned for a moment: "What's your opinion?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, if you have anything to say or ask in the future, just be more decisive."

"What I hate the most is seeing you hesitating and hesitating. It makes you feel like you are suffering from angina when you are constipated!"

Yang Ruoqing's description was a bit strong, but the feeling of discomfort all over her body was fully expressed.

Mr. Sun was very embarrassed.

"I, I..."

"Hey, here we go again." Yang Ruoqing shrugged, feeling helpless.

Sun took a deep breath, smiled flatteringly at her, and finally said what was on her lips: "Qing'er, I seem to have seen a ghost this morning."

Nani?

Yang Ruoqing was like a cat, her vertical pupils that were originally a line immediately expanded into a black circle with a full moon.

"What ghost? Where did you see it? What time did you see it in the morning? Were you alone at that time? How many ghosts were there? What did they look like? Are you sure you weren't dazzled?"

The Seven Questions of the Soul were thrown out directly, and Sun's CPU was a bit stuck.

"When the sky was bright, I just walked out of the house and walked towards the corner of the main room. Three black figures flashed past. Your father and the others hadn't gotten up yet..."

"Is that so?"

Yang Ruoqing held her chin and looked at Mrs. Sun, "Mom, are you sure you read that right?"

Mrs. Sun shook her head, "Your father has to say that my eyesight was wrong and that it was the shadow of a tree. But where are the trees planted in that corner of our house?"

The child's father gritted his teeth and said it was the shadow of a tree, but she didn't want to argue. He must have been afraid that her being more serious would cause greater panic.

He meant well, and she accepted his kindness and pretended to be truly convinced.

"My dad... haha, my lying skills need to be improved." Yang Ruoqing laughed dryly at this.

"Three black shadows? Are there three at once? Is this a group purchase or a market?"

Yang Ruoqing muttered in her heart at the same time.

"Two are tall and one is short." Sun suddenly whispered again.

"Two tall ones, with long and pointed heads, like, like..."

Mrs. Sun was stuck again, racking her brains.

Yang Ruoqing: "It's like wearing a tall hat?"

Sun: "Yes, yes, it's true."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly stopped talking, but the expression on her face clearly suggested that she had guessed something.

"Qing'er, you..."

"Mom, could it be my uncle Shuanzi who is here?" She also asked in a lowered voice.

It's really strange in this house.

Yang Huazhong didn't like people talking about ghosts the most, but he himself believed in gods and Buddhas very much. During the New Year and festivals, in addition to worshiping his ancestors, the kitchen god at home, the goddess Guanyin, and even the cradle where Feng'er Fuwa lay when he was a child.

Mengga Po', he will worship her.

They were very concerned about the sense of ceremony, but they avoided talking about it, so Yang Ruoqing and Sun's mother and daughter could only discuss it in a low voice while hiding in the kitchen, fearing to be heard by Yang Huazhong outside.

"Qing'er, you and I wanted to go together, but I told your father that your father was very unhappy with my nonsense, saying that your uncle would only go to Lao Wang's house if he came back to life, and would never come to our house."

"Those two tall ones look like ghosts. Maybe Uncle Shuanzi is worried about my aunt and the others, and wants to ask my father to take care of them more in the future, so it's possible that he made a special trip here to take a look around."

Sun nodded, "I think so too, but your father doesn't believe it..."

"Mom, don't worry. My father doesn't believe it in words, but he actually believes it in his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't be cooking breakfast with you here. This is because he is worried that you will be scared, so he is here to keep you company!"

When it comes to this, Sun also agrees.

"Your father is good to me."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "My father is a straight man, but he loves my mother very much in his heart, but he doesn't know how to express it with his mouth."

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes." Mrs. Sun blushed.

"Qing'er, look at what happened this morning...should we do something?" Sun asked again.

According to the usual rules, I have to burn some incense paper or something as a gift.

But this time Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "My uncle will leave after reading this. We don't have to do anything. We just need to keep an eye on my aunt's side and help if we can."

Mrs. Sun sighed: "Hey, that's all we can do."

"There's something going on here, but I don't know if there's anything going on over there with your aunt," Mrs. Sun said again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "Maybe there is, but even if it is movement, it should be so real that you can't tell the truth from the truth."

If it is really true, then the rules of this world are all messed up, and there must be an insurmountable gap between Yin and Yang.

"Mom, I seem to smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. Are you roasting sweet potatoes?"

Suddenly, Yang Ruoqing sniffed her nose hard and asked.

Mrs. Sun was stunned, "Oh, I almost forgot about this. I baked it. I baked several sticks. I originally planned to give them to the children."

Mrs. Sun then found an iron rake and squatted at the mouth of the stove to pull out the sweet potatoes.

Yang Ruoqing waited and stared at it, counting in her mind: one, two, three, four.

Feng'er, Fuwa and Luo Baobao each have one stick, and there is still one left.

"Mom, I am also your child, let me eat one first."

Yang Ruoqing giggled, her mouth watering at the smell of roasted sweet potatoes.

Sun Shi was happy, "You will be my child when you are a hundred years old. This roasted sweet potato is not a rare thing. You can eat it if you like, and my mother will roast it for you later."

"Hehe, thank you mom, it's great to have my mother's child, like a treasure."

"Poor talk." Sun said with a smile.

"You eat first, and when you're done, give it to Feng'er, Fuwa and the baby." Mrs. Sun warned again.

"Okay."
Chapter completed!