If Yang Huazhong came back today and didn't bring back any news about Lao Wang's house, Yang Ruoqing would not be interested in bringing up the gossip about Mr. Liu.

But since she mentioned this aspect, she just said it casually.

"What's the trick?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's said to be roasted pork with potatoes, but only the potatoes are visible, but no meat. It's said to be stewed with loach and tofu, but the whole pot is full of tofu. There are no more than ten loaches, and a dozen craftsmen can't even catch one!"

"This shouldn't be the case. There were two times when your aunt went to your aunt's house to have meat weighed, and I was right there. Three pounds of pork belly was said to be roasted potatoes!" Mrs. Sun also remembered a detail and said.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows: "Three kilograms of pork belly were put down, but there were only a few pieces in front of the craftsmen in the house."

"Where did the meat go?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing just smiled, but turned her eyes to Yang Huazhong, "My dad can definitely guess it, dad, right?"

Yang Huazhong looked strange and could only shake his head at this, "Your aunt is too doting on her children. She has no principles in doing things. She cannot be tough when she should be. She pretends to be confused when she should be sober. I don't want to have anything to do with her family's affairs in the future.

No!"

Lao Wang's family.

The meat dish cooked for the craftsmen today is spicy pig intestines.

Hongmei couldn't stand the smell of large intestine, so she hid in her room.

Yang Huamei was in charge, Wang Hongquan stayed at the house as usual, and Xiao Hei was sent to work in the fields by Yang Huamei after breakfast.

I don’t know how much work he did in the fields, but he entered the house with a hoe when he calculated that the food was about to be cooked.

As soon as I entered the courtyard gate, I shouted, "I'm starving to death. I'm starving to death."

Then he threw the hoe into the corner and plunged into the kitchen.

Yang Huamei just put the large intestine in the pot into a large basin. The large intestine, which was as thick as a finger, was bright red. She poured green pepper, red pepper, ginger, garlic, chives into it and stir-fried it. Just the smell alone sold it.

The look made Xiaohei's hair drip down to his chin.

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I want to eat, I want to eat!"

Little Black didn't wash his hands and didn't bother to take the chopsticks. He reached out to grab the large intestine, but was slapped away by Yang Huamei.

"Why are you in a hurry? If you want to eat, go to the farm to eat later!"

"Mom, are you right? You've been turning on the stove for me a few days ago!"

"From now on, the small stove will not be turned on." Yang Huamei said with a cold face, while scooping water into the pot, grabbing the loofah sac and starting to clean the pot, preparing to stir-fry some vegetables and start the meal.

"Why don't you open it? I'm your son, and together with the craftsmen in the house, I can't compete with them!"

Xiao Hei was so anxious that he yelled a few words at Yang Huamei, and then stretched out his hand into the big basin of vegetables.

This time, Yang Huamei not only patted his hand, but also threw the loofah sac in Xiao Hei's face.

"People work for our family, and we prepare some delicious food for them. Don't be ignorant!"

Xiao Hei was beaten, and he bit his mouth in grievance, standing there like an iron tower, but he also acted very childishly - he rolled his eyes at Yang Huamei!

Yang Huamei was so angry that her heart ached, but seeing Xiao Hei looking like she was about to cry, she had to slow down and come to him, stand on tiptoes, touch his head and reason with him earnestly.

"It's just a pair of pig intestines. With so many people eating, it wouldn't look good if I put two bowls for you first and then serve them to the table as usual."

"Be obedient and don't make trouble. Only if we entertain people well will they be willing to work hard for us..."

Xiao Hei slapped away Yang Huamei's extended hand and took a step back. His eyes returned to their normal black and white eyes, but those eyes were full of ridicule.

"Work for us? Huh, who are you trying to fool?"

"That's building a house for my brother, not me!"

Yang Huamei's eyes suddenly opened wide, and she shouted in disbelief: "Xiao Hei, what are you talking about? How can a kid like you say that?"

Xiao Hei: "I'm telling the truth. My mother and I are busy building a house for my brother. It's none of my business!"

Yang Huamei was so angry that she gritted her teeth and wanted to slap Xiao Hei on the head, but she held back and patiently explained to Xiao Hei: "You and your brother are brothers, and my mother is like a bowl of water to you."

It's flat. When my brother's house is built, they will move out and live in it. Our house will be yours."

Xiao Hei still frowned and said reluctantly: "Why does my brother live in the new house and I live in the old one? I don't care about the old house..."

"Snapped!"

In the end, Yang Huamei couldn't hold it back and slapped Xiao Hei hard on the face.

After the beating, both mother and son were stunned.

Xiao Hei covered his face and ran out of the kitchen.

Yang Huamei chased him to the door and shouted at his back: "Where are you going? Come back here!"

The person has long since disappeared.

Yang Huamei was so angry that she pulled off the apron from her waist and threw it to the ground. She yelled, "Don't come back if you have the guts, you brat!"

…

When the sky darkened, Yang Huazhong came back from the oil mill, walking briskly and in a good mood.

Why? Because he made an appointment with the oil mill owner for a time to press the oil, and he was just waiting to go back and pull the rapeseed over!

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he saw two people rushing out of the main room. The one leading the way was Yang Huamei, who had just broken up with him on bad terms during the day.

"Third brother..."

Seeing Yang Huazhong, Yang Huamei's tears fell unsatisfactorily.

Yang Huazhong lowered his face, frowned, and asked stiffly: "Is something wrong?"

After asking this question, he became upset.

He really shouldn't have asked like that, no matter if she came over with something or not, he shouldn't have taken the initiative to ask if something was okay.

No matter what happened to her, he had already made up his mind not to have anything to do with the old Wang family's troubles.

Yang Huamei staggered forward, her voice filled with anxiety.

"Third brother, Xiao Hei has disappeared. I searched all over the village and couldn't find him. I was so panicked..."

Yang Huazhong said coldly: "Maybe he went to someone's house to play. You can look for it again."

After saying these words, he staggered and went straight into the main room. When passing by Mrs. Sun, he saw Mrs. Sun's hesitant look. It seemed that she wanted to help Yang Huamei speak.

As a result, Yang Huazhong gave him a look, and Sun immediately became honest.

Yang Huazhong's indifferent behavior made Yang Huamei's heart feel cold.

This was like a completely different person from the third brother who came to the house last night and talked heart-to-heart with her.

But even though she felt bad, Yang Huamei knew that she couldn't blame her third brother.

Because what happened in the morning was the first thing that made my third brother unhappy.

The third brother said those words out of kindness, others would not say those words.

But from her point of view at the time, it was true that she was unhappy, but in the end she listened to some of it, didn't she?

If he hadn't listened to it, how could he have caused the unpleasantness later by not letting Xiao Hei eat pig intestines in advance?

Yang Huamei also felt aggrieved. She wiped away her tears, turned around and shamelessly followed Yang Huazhong into the main room.
Chapter completed!