Mrs. Sun was thinking about going home to cook, so she also left with Yang Huamei.

After Mrs. Sun left, Wang Cuilian said to Yang Ruoqing: "I didn't want to mention your aunt here before, lest she think we were borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha."

"Qing'er, your parents haven't eaten the croissant, so you can bring some over later."

Yang Ruoqing was grateful for Wang Cuilian's thoughtfulness and generosity, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll just take two, one for my parents, and one for my grandpa."

"Let's eat the rest at home. My aunt and uncle haven't eaten it either."

Wang Cuilian smiled happily, "Your uncle and I are not short of food. Since I want to give it to you, please take a few more, otherwise it won't be enough."

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law sorted the fruits sent by Yang Huamei into several portions. Yang Ruoqing picked two croissant horns and cut them into two plates in public. One plate was for Wang Cuilian to eat, and the other was given to Tuoba Xian as a filial piety.

Although Tuoba Xian was the former eldest princess of Liao Dynasty, she had never seen this kind of fruit from the south.

"The furthest southern fruit I've ever eaten is lychee." She twisted a piece of croissant honey and took a bite, showing a satisfied expression.

"The climate in the south is so good. The fruits produced are the aura of heaven and earth, and the taste is really wonderful."

Yang Ruoqing was also very happy to hear her mother-in-law's praise.

I sent yellow peaches yesterday, but I didn't get such compliments.

It seems that more people will be sent to the south to buy fruits in the future. It turns out that the elders in the family usually don't say anything, but they feel very happy.

At the same time, Yang Ruoqing's feelings for Dabai also improved slightly.

This flattery, he has taken a photo of Ma's ass, and the fruit delivery is good, so he will not make things difficult for his shop for the time being, hahaha...

At the same time, Lao Wang's family.

When Yang Huamei came back, she didn't go to the old house, but went straight to the new house.

During this time, they were moving into a new house and buying wine for their children. Regardless of whether it was Yang Huamei or Wang Hongquan, they all ate here in the new house.

At other times, Yang Huamei stayed at the new house to help take care of the children, and would go back to the old house at night when she was sleeping.

So when Yang Huamei came back, she didn't think much about anything and went straight to the new house.

When she walked into the yard excitedly, she heard the child crying in the house, and there was no black smoke from the stove chimney.

"Oh, why is my precious grandson crying? Grandma is here, grandma is here..."

Yang Huamei shouted, clapped her legs and ran towards the house.

After entering the house, I found that Hongmei and Dabai were both there. The child was held in Dabai's arms and his face was red from crying.

The young couple also had red faces, one stood and the other sat, staring at each other.

A few dirty diapers of the child were thrown at their feet, and no one picked them up.

"What are you doing? Can you still have a good life?"

Yang Huamei cursed and immediately went over to pick up the dirty diapers on the ground and put them in the basin.

When he looked up, he found that a small piece of clothing belonging to the child was actually sitting underneath him.

Yang Huamei immediately became anxious. She rushed over and pushed Hongmei away. She used all her strength to pull out the child's little clothes from her hips, and then slapped and shook them vigorously.

He was still saying angrily: "You are seeking death. There are so many stools for you to sit on. You have to sit on my eldest grandson's clothes. What a bad ass you have..."

Hongmei looked at Yang Huamei stomping her feet, scolding and shaking her clothes, as if she were a dancing master. Moreover, those words made Hongmei blush. She stood up in embarrassment and stood aside with a frown.

Dabai was originally arguing with Hongmei. Seeing his mother's sudden intrusion and all that happened, Dabai was worried that Hongmei would be unhappy, so he quickly said to Yang Huamei: "Mom, those are dirty clothes. You can sit down wherever you want."

It won't be a big deal at once, don't act like that..."

"You know nothing!"

As soon as Dabai opened his mouth, Yang Huamei jumped up and cut off his words.

"Go and ask outside, whose women dare to hang their intimate clothes on the roadside to dry in the sun? If anyone passes under the women's clothes hanging to dry, it will be very bad luck, and you will be unlucky.

Children will not grow taller!"

"Your father is not very tall, and he is still a sickly boy. If it weren't for everyone in our Lao Yang family being big, do you think you and Xiao Hei could have grown so tall?"

"Our eldest grandson can't let bad luck happen to him. I hope he will grow into a tall and powerful man to support the family in the future!"

Yang Huamei's words made Dabai speechless.

However, every word in her words was for the good of the child. Dabai couldn't refute anything, so he could only cast his apologetic eyes on Hongmei.

She smiled apologetically, hoping that Hongmei would see that her mother was doing it for her child's sake and not care about what she had just done.

Hongmei's mouth moved, and finally, her desire to have an attack softened in Dabai's almost pleading eyes.

"I'm going to make lunch."

After saying these words, Hongmei buried her head and left the room.

Behind her, Yang Huamei curled her lips: "You don't want to hear a few words about her, and I'm not sensible. How could you do this?"

Dabai was sandwiched between his mother and daughter-in-law, smiling awkwardly in return.

"Mom, I'll leave the child to you, and I'll go help Hongmei."

"Why do you, a big man, come into the kitchen? You can't spoil a woman... Hey, please slow down and be gentle..."

Yang Huamei shut up before she could finish what she was saying, because Dabai had already stuffed the child into Yang Huamei's arms.

Seeing her eldest grandson who was still crying in her arms, Yang Huamei's heart suddenly softened. She quickly hugged her beloved grandson and hugged her. Dabai also took the opportunity to get out of the house and go to the kitchen.

I went to appease Hongmei.

In the kitchen, when Dabai came in, Hongmei wasn't cooking at all.

She was sitting on the rolling stone at the mouth of the stove, wiping tears at the dark mouth of the stove.

Seeing Dabai approaching, she snorted and turned her face away.

Dabai squatted down next to Hongmei, tentatively stretched out his hand and put it on Hongmei's knee.

Before her fingers even touched Hongmei's knees, she was slapped away by Hongmei.

"Stop trying to please this person, I'm telling you, it doesn't work!" Hongmei lowered her voice and said angrily.

Dabai continued to laugh: "What? Are you really angry when my mother said something to you? She is also doing it for our son's benefit..."

Hongmei interrupted Dabai, "Don't talk to me like that. If I were as knowledgeable as her about what your mother said to me and what she did, how could I still sit here and listen to your nonsense? I would have done it long ago.

I was so angry that the grass on my grave was waist deep!"

Hongmei not only said, but also raised her hand to make a few gestures.

Dabai said nothing and looked at her smiling, with the shadow of red plum blossoms in his eyes.
Chapter completed!