"You're such a mouthful, what are you talking about? Do you have the guts to say it again?"

I saw that the old man's face was flushed, and a vein stretched from his neck to his chin like an earthworm, as if the blood vessel was about to burst.

Ms. Liu was so frightened that she froze, and Yang Ruoqing quickly said: "Mistress, my fourth aunt is joking with you. Come on, let's go into the house."

"Mom, let's go into the house!"

Mrs. Sun took several deep breaths, managed to adjust her emotions, and quickly and cautiously came over to help Ms. Tan.

Mrs. Tan did not swat away Mr. Sun's extended hand.

Sun's hands were different from Liu's dirty, black, greasy and sticky hands.

Sun's hands are fair and slender, although the skin on her hands is rough after years of starching and grinding, and there are calluses on her fingertips.

But Mrs. Sun's hands are very clean and her nails are neatly trimmed, which makes people feel at ease at first sight.

Although Mrs. Tan did not resist Mrs. Sun's support, she still gave Mrs. Sun a meaningful look.

Mrs. Sun met Mr. Tan's gaze as if her acupuncture points were being tapped. She froze in place and did not dare to move. The mood she had managed to adjust before was about to break down.

Yang Ruoqing saw her mother's guilty conscience and fear, and sighed inwardly.

This inner quality, hey!

Even though she was a grandmother, in front of Mrs. Tan, Mrs. Sun was still the arrogant little daughter-in-law who dared not say a word.

"Mistress, please stop glaring at my mother. My mother has no ideas. Everything is my arrangement. If you want to ask questions or find someone to vent your anger, just come to me."

Yang Ruoqing said such words, but there was no guilt or fear on her face. She was smiling and had no psychological burden.

Mrs. Tan glared at Yang Ruoqing again, "I'm here just for you!"

Yang Ruoqing was even happier now, "Okay, come on, let me bring the horse over. Let's go into the house first. I'm tired of standing here."

"Not only are you tired, but you're also stupid, don't you think so, Fourth Aunt?" Yang Ruoqing turned around and asked Ms. Liu loudly.

Mrs. Liu also responded loudly: "I'm so angry that I'm so stupid. Go inside and sit comfortably, drink tea and have snacks!"

Just like that, Mrs. Tan was helped into the house by Yang Ruoqing.

Sun and Liu followed behind.

Mrs. Liu patted Mrs. Sun's somewhat stiff arm and whispered, "Sister-in-law, please be braver. With Qing'er here, does the old lady still dare to eat us?"

Mrs. Sun raised the corners of her mouth with difficulty, revealing her signature bitter melon smile again.

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Yang Ruoqing helped Tan into the house, and did not lead the old lady to the bedroom where she and Luo Fengtang slept. Instead, she arranged to greet her in the small hall.

Mrs. Tan looked at the small lobby. Although it was not as spacious as the lobby in the front yard, it was more exquisite and tidy.

Tables, chairs, vases, wall stickers, floor tiles, various Duobao pavilions and shelves, even sets of blue and white porcelain tea sets on the table, and other small items...

Although Mrs. Tan has never lived in such a house or used such appliances, she is of her age. She had stayed in the county with Lao Yangtou in the early years, and had the honor to see the furniture and furnishings of some wealthy families.

It's really different from what the dealers have, and it makes people's eyes light up when they see it.

Obviously, the things in Qing'er's house are better than those in wealthy families.

Although the things in Qing'er's house don't look luxurious, the most rare thing is this low-key luxury, which makes everything in this house have inner meaning.

Mr. Tan sat down on a heavy mahogany carved Taishi chair.

so comfortable.

Whether it is the backrest or the armrests, the curvature and lines fit perfectly with every point of contact of the sitting person's body.

If there was such a stool in the east room, how could I, old lady, sit cross-legged on the bed for most of the day? Why not just lean on this comfortable Taishi chair every day?

"Milk, do you want tea or honey water?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

Mrs. Tan came back to her senses and shook her head, "I won't drink anything."

Yang Ruoqing said: "How do you do that? This is the first time you come to my place this year. Is this... considered a New Year greeting? How can I not drink tea during the New Year greeting?"

"Okay, honey water then." Tan said.

"Okay, for that milk, should I drink sophora flower honey water or rapeseed flower honey water?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mrs. Tan frowned, "Why is it so troublesome to drink honey water? It's from rapeseed flowers!"

"okay!"

"Qing'er, I drink Sophora japonica. I'm tired."

There is no doubt that the person who can say such shameless words must be Mr. Liu.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, mixed a bowl of honey water for each of Tan, Liu and Sun, and took two plates of snacks and put them on the table.

Then he asked Mr. Liu and Mr. Sun to sit down. The four of them happened to sit around the table in four directions: east, west, north and south.

This posture is missing a pair of mahjong.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this thought flashed through Yang Ruoqing's mind, Mrs. Liu shouted directly: "Why do the postures of the four of us look like we are trying to wipe out cards?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and looked at Ms. Tan, who was sitting there with her hands folded like a clock: "Mistress, how about we wipe the cards and talk at the same time?"

Tan's tense face had a strange expression.

"You all are so playful and smiling, don't you know what I'm here to do?"

The old lady tapped her fingers on the table, "I'm here to find fault with you, to find fault!"

Mr. Liu lowered his head and drank the honey water.

Mrs. Sun smiled apologetically.

Yang Ruoqing coughed slightly, "Okay, you ask me, I will answer honestly."

Tan frowned and looked at Yang Ruoqing, "What's going on with Zhang Youfu and your sister-in-law? Didn't they know about it a long time ago?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Why don't you call me unclear? The man is unmarried and the woman is waiting to be married. Isn't it great that they are in love with each other?"

Mrs. Tan gritted her teeth, "Didn't your mother tell you? Zhang Youfu, I left this for your Aunt Mei'er!"

"Keep?"

Yang Ruoqing was happy.

"Nai, what do you think Brother Youfu is? Is it a bowl of food? Or a meal? Can you come and keep it?"

"Have you ever asked him? Is he willing to be married to my aunt at your mercy? You can't be his master!"

Mrs. Tan shook her head angrily, "As long as you don't come out to disrupt the situation, this is still very likely."

"Mistress, it's not us who are causing trouble, it's Zhang Youfu and my sister-in-law who see eye to eye."

Yang Ruoqing seriously corrected Tan's words, "Zhang Youfu has his own heart. We are the beauties of adults, and we can go with the flow."

Mrs. Tan was so angry that she slammed the table, "Damn you, fat girl, are you deliberately going against me?"

After the filming, Tan regretted it.

This mahogany table looks very round and textured.

Mrs. Tan thought that the hand felt similar to the Eight Immortals Table in the east room, but she didn't expect that when she slapped it, it felt like it was slapped on a stone slab.

The palm of my hand is numb and I have no feeling...

"Nai, what's wrong with you? Your face...is turning red little by little like cooked shrimp?"
Chapter completed!