Mrs. Liu came to her senses and almost threw the bowl away with a cry.

"This old woman is too poisonous. I only ate two pieces of my beef..."

Ms. Liu looked at the bowl placed on the ground, angry and distressed. She yelled and stamped her feet around the bowl, slapping her hands together vigorously. If a few big bird feathers were inserted into her head, it would be

She is a goddess who looks like a great god.

Mrs. Sun quickly went over to pick up the bowl and put it aside to prevent Mrs. Liu from accidentally stepping on it later.

"Sister-in-law, what are you going to do? The old woman has already spit in it, we can't take any more!" Ms. Liu shouted in panic.

Sun said: "Of course it's not for people to eat. I'll pick it up and get rid of the dirt on it later. It's okay to feed it to the stray dogs outside the yard."

After a flood, some cats and dogs in the village disappeared, but some strange cats and dogs came into the village.

The black dog that snatched Yang Huamei's chicken last time was an outsider.

These migrant cats and dogs were very smart. They probably visited and observed the village. In the end, they basically didn't stay in the village. They all wandered around the Yang Huazhong's, Luo's, Wufang, and Sun's houses at the entrance of the village.

Mrs. Sun is a kind-hearted person, and she uses all the leftovers at home to take care of those little lives.

These little beings may have their own way of transmitting messages. When they go back and forth, the largest number of cats and dogs gather at the door of Sun's backyard.

Seeing Mrs. Sun walking out of the kitchen with the bowl, Mrs. Liu shook her head: "Third sister-in-law, please don't do bad things with good intentions. The old woman's phlegm may be poisonous!"

Mrs. Sun looked back at Mrs. Liu: "I will throw away the dirty ones and won't let them eat them."

Mrs. Liu said to herself: "This old lady must have eaten too much meat. When she stood in front of me, I smelled like she farted. The fart smelled like meat!"

Mrs. Liu's words once again made everyone in the room laugh. Cao Bamei said: "Fourth Aunt, I'm just giving you face. The phlegm I just spit in your bowl is not spitting on your face."

Ms. Liu opened her mouth, as if she wanted to defend herself, but Yang Ruoqing stole the talk.

"Second sister-in-law, you made a mistake,"

"As for my fourth aunt, she would rather my milk spit in her face than ruin the beef in her bowl."

"Fourth Aunt, am I right?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mrs. Liu nodded vigorously, "Qing'er still understands me. You're wrong, Bamei. For me, what's so scary about a mouthful of phlegm?"

"What I really feel sorry for is not my face, but the beef in my bowl!"

As he spoke, his eyes glanced at the boiled beef on the pot table.

Then, Yang Ruoqing, who knew her best, said again: "Fourth Aunt, don't even think about it. Your share of beef is gone. It doesn't matter whether you ate the previous share or not, it all counts anyway."

Just go to your head!"

Madam Liu let out a mournful cry and lowered her arms.

…

Five rooms.

Bao Suyun put Mianmian aside and told Yang Huazhou about Ye Yi in private.

"...Qing'er asked me to discuss it with you. If you think it's okay, then we can go through Xia Ming Road on this matter."

Yang Huazhou sat on the stool with a relaxed posture and his eyes slightly squinted.

"How do you say that? Although Ye Yi has always followed Tang Yazi, he is like a shadow. I only met him two or three times. Let alone understanding each other, we even ate at the same table.

He didn’t speak more than three sentences!”

"Her father, you, you can't trust Qing'er and the others, right?" Bao Suyun asked hesitantly.

Yang Huazhou shook his head decisively: "How could it be possible? Qing'er and Tang Yazi must have good eyesight, not to mention that we, Mianmian, are Qing'er's younger sister and have watched her grow up. She must be looking towards me, Mianmian, there is no doubt."

Bao Suyun breathed a sigh of relief, "If that's the case, then why are you?"

"My dear, I believe Qing'er's eyes are one thing, but choosing a son-in-law is another."

"Based on what Jiang Xianjun learned last time, I will personally check the engagement of our daughter this time,"

"No matter what happens, I have to find an opportunity to have a good chat with that junior Yoruichi. No matter what, I have to get in touch first!"

…

When Bao Suyun conveyed Yang Huazhou's idea to Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruoqing immediately said: "Uncle Wu has thought carefully, this is necessary."

"The fifth aunt asked the fifth uncle, when will he be free? I will arrange it?"

Bao Suyun sat aside and secretly observed Yang Ruoqing's expression, still slightly worried, fearing that Yang Ruoqing would be unhappy.

After all, she was the matchmaker...

Unexpectedly, Yang Ruoqing was so reasonable and put himself in their shoes. Bao Suyun felt grateful for Yang Ruoqing's kindness, so he said: "Your fifth uncle said he can do it anytime, it just depends on your arrangement. It depends on when Ye Yi is free."

That afternoon, Yang Ruoqing found a reason and asked Ye Yi to accompany Yang Huazhou to the mountains.

The main purpose is to create an opportunity for the two of them to talk, and also to take some things for Luo Baobao into the mountains.

It happened that Xiao Yaxue also had something to bring to Narisong, so Yang Huazhou and Ye Yiye naturally became the porters.

The two of them entered the mountain carrying large and small bags. If nothing unexpected happened, they would stay at Narisong's camp tonight and return to the village at dawn tomorrow.

Give them such a long time to contact, understand, and speak openly. When Uncle Wu comes down from the mountain tomorrow, he should make a decision.

"Although I made it very clear to Ye Yi, that boy just doesn't talk. I'm really worried that he won't pass my father-in-law's test."

Lying on the bed at night, Yang Ruoqing lay on Luo Fengtang's chest, playing with the collar of his clothes with her fingers, and murmuring.

"According to my attention and observation during this period, that boy should like Mianmian."

"But he is just too passive. I have never seen such a passive person!"

"No way, I can only push him and push him into the bridal chamber. He should understand everything, right?"

"But I didn't expect that my fifth uncle would be so cautious this time. He even came to talk to Ye Yi himself. Ye Yi is a boring gourd with a sawed mouth. What can he do? I'm a little worried that he won't be able to express himself.

Come out and make my fifth uncle dissatisfied."

She talked for a while, but didn't hear a sound from the person above her, so she raised her head and grabbed his chin, "Why am I the only one talking? Tangyazi, you should say it too!"

Although Luo Fengtang's mouth made no movement, his hands never stopped.

Don't get it wrong, he is fanning Yang Ruoqing.

She was like a big-bellied woman carrying two small stoves. She felt hot wherever she lay, and she never stopped sweating, so naturally she couldn't stop fanning her hand.

At this moment, she scratched his chin, and he smiled helplessly.
Chapter completed!