Changping Village, five-bedroom, main hall.

"Can you, mother-in-law, not be so tacky? You open your mouth and shut up just to eat, eat, eat!"

Yang Huaming was immersed in the old memories of his parents and couldn't extricate himself. Liu's embarrassing words made him very unhappy.

Just like all children in the world, deep down they want to see their parents loving each other, because only then can they feel that the reason why they and their brothers and sisters came to this world is not an impulse, but their own.

The crystallization of love, Mu Baishou’s expectation.

The same is true for Yang Huaming, but Liu's sentence "handful of meat" immediately shattered this beautiful artistic conception. Can Yang Huaming not be angry?

"We are talking about something important here. You are just worried about that piece of meat. If you miss a piece of meat, will you die?" Yang Huaming cursed again.

Mrs. Liu's face was filled with grievances, and she argued: "It's really an injustice. It's not me who mentioned the meat. It was our father who said it first. Aren't I afraid that you guys will go off topic..."

Seeing that Yang Huaming was still quarreling with Mr. Liu, Yang Huazhong quickly persuaded him, "Fourth, you man, please stop saying a few words."

Then, Yang Huazhong said to Old Yang Touna: "Dad, you and my mother really suffered too much when we were young. So, I was also curious, what happened to the meat? Why?

Why does my mother care about that?"

Lao Yangtou let out a long sigh, "...that time we went to many places but couldn't find a house to rent. Then we found a village on the outskirts of the county town."

"At that time, we were both tired and hungry, and we really couldn't walk. It happened that an old lady of a family had passed away and we were having a funeral."

"Your mother and I gritted our teeth, took some money and went over to burn longevity incense sticks. We just wanted to have a banquet at that person's house. Otherwise, we wouldn't have the energy to walk back to the city."

"That family was quite nice. They let us go in, burn incense, and arrange a place for a banquet. The banquet they had was very strange. It was not like the banquet and food standards we have here. There were seven dishes during the banquet, and the hard dish in the middle was 'Bang'

Zirou'."

"That was the first time your mother and I ate a handful of pork. At first glance, it looks a bit like the braised pork here, but it tastes fat but not greasy, and thin but not fat."

"Your mother never eats fatty meat, but that day she ate three big pieces in one go, and each piece was as big as a palm!"

"That was the first time your mother ate it, and it was also the last time she ate it. She never ate it again after that."

"Even though our family later bought a house and fields, and life became better, we even bought pork belly and cooked it, but it never tasted like that day again."

"Your mother often told me that if I could eat that kind of meat again one day, I could die in peace."

After Old Yangtou said these words, he found that all the children, grandchildren, wives and grandchildren in front of him were all confused.

"Sir, my grandma misses the handfuls of meat I ate when I was young. It's not surprising. I also often crave the maltose I ate when I was a kid. Why do you think my grandma has to prepare for the funeral?"

This time, the young audience member who asked questions was Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing's words also raised the confusion of others. Yes, who doesn't have one or two things to worry about or something to eat?

Old Yang shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You are not my age, so you don't even understand what I say."

"I'm telling you this, the fox dies on the hill and the fallen leaves return to their roots."

"Old people like us who are over seventy have been busy all our lives, doing this and that, and we can't remember a few things from our youth."

"I have forgotten all the people I met when I was young. But if one day I remember all those things and people and still talk about them, it means that the King of Hell is not far away from coming to pick me up!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Yang Ruoqing said again at this time: "But Master, my grandma's body and bones are still in good condition now. She is not sick or in pain. It's just that she had a bad appetite because she was worried about my aunt's family a while ago. It doesn't necessarily mean that her end is coming, right?"

Old Yangtou chuckled, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"It's hard to say everything. Anyway, you should make more preparations!"

After saying this, Old Yangtou seemed to be tired. He picked up the dry tobacco pole and told Yu Xingkui: "It's almost done. Send me back. I have to take a nap."

Yu Xingkui hurriedly came over to push the wheelchair. Before leaving, Old Yangtou looked for Little Old Yangtou in the crowd and said, "Brother, don't you go back with me and have a rest?"

Little old Yangtou has been living with old Yangtou in the third room during this period. Yang Huazhong, the nephew, came to be filial to little old Yangtou like his own son. Little old Yangtou's house is next to old Yangtou's house.

, the life patterns of the two old brothers gradually became consistent.

Little Old Yang Tou smiled at Old Yang Tou and said, "Brother, you go and have a rest first. I want to sit down for a while."

Lao Yangtou didn't force himself and took Yu Xingkui back first.

When Lao Yangtou left, Yang Yongqing started to question Lao Yangtou.

"I think what my father said is too exaggerated, and there are some elements in it to scare people. Whether you believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway!" he said.

Yang Huazhong frowned and said nothing.

Others also had complicated expressions.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know what to say. She was not omnipotent and did not have the ability to predict the future.

Although Yang Yongqing jumped out and stated his position clearly and said that he did not believe it, Lao Yangtou's prediction cast a dark cloud on everyone's mind.

So much so that no one came out to echo Yang Yongqing’s words.

After a while, Yang Huazhong saw little old Yangtou sitting there, looking like he was hesitating to speak, and asked for advice: "Uncle, you are older and have more experience than us. What do you think about this matter?"

"

Little old Yangtou was originally debating whether to say it or not. This was also the purpose of his deliberate stay.

Yang Huazhong asked this, and little old Yang gritted his teeth and raised his eyes to look at Yang Huazhong with a complicated expression, "I'm afraid that if I tell you something, you won't believe it, and it will scare you, because even I am not sure.

Did you see it clearly for yourself..."

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Some things are just so weird, and before we even get to the point, this prefix is ​​a bit overwhelming.

Yang Ruoqing instinctively sat upright. She couldn't help but think of how many people in her past life were not frightened by the TV series "Liao Zhai". Instead, they were frightened by the weird music in the opening song of the TV series and the flickering lanterns in the dark night...

Luo Fengtang noticed something strange about Yang Ruoqing and simply wrapped her hand completely in his palm.

Mrs. Liu had goosebumps all over her body, but Mrs. Liu didn't wait for Yang Huaming to come and hold her hand to warm her.

So she hugged her arms tightly, fearful, and stimulated by fear, she became more and more excited: "Uncle, there is nothing that can't be said. We are all brave people. If anything happens, you can just tell me."
Chapter completed!