Yang Huazhong took a few puffs of cigarette, and Mrs. Sun stood beside the bed to help him light the cigarette, taking the trouble to light it.

Yang Huazhong noticed that Sun's expression was a little strange.

"You don't look very good, are you tired?" he asked.

Sun subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face, "It's okay, I'm not tired."

"What's going on?" Yang Huazhong asked again, "I see you are worried."

Ms. Sun forced a smile and said, "In the front yard...my parents just had a little quarrel."

"What? Are you arguing again?" Yang Huazhong raised his body and tried to sit up out of habit. His legs were hung up and his movement was restricted, so he had to lie back down again.

"Third brother, don't worry. If you do this, I shouldn't even tell you." Mrs. Sun said.

Yang Huazhong lay down again. This time, he stopped smoking and asked about what happened before.

Mrs. Sun knew that she couldn't keep it secret, so she had to tell Yang Huazhong everything, and Mr. Liu didn't miss the part either.

After hearing this, Yang Huazhong burst into laughter.

"Hey, in this big family, there are only a few people who pinch each other when they meet. Everyone else is fine," he said.

This is true for Yang Huamei and Liu, and even more so for Tan and Lao Yangtou.

In addition, Mrs. Liu and Ms. Tan, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, often pinched each other, so the four of them collided together.

"It seems that my fourth sister-in-law and Mei'er are not tired of kneeling after my uncle's funeral. If I had known this, I would have kept them kowtowed a few more times in the past few days."

Yang Huazhong added that he was tired from kowtowing and now had no strength to fight. He was full and had nothing to do.

Sun originally thought that this matter would greatly affect Yang Huazhong's mood, but unexpectedly she heard ridicule in his voice.

"As for our parents, don't take it personally. They both know what kind of person the other is," Yang Huazhong also comforted Sun.

"As long as they are not together, the anger will naturally subside in a few days," he said.

Mrs. Sun nodded and felt relieved, "After hearing what you said, I wasn't worried anymore. However, my father was so angry that he ran back to the house without even eating."

"Mom, Mei'er and the others are eating, and they are enjoying themselves quite a lot."

Yang Huazhong smiled and said, "You can send food to dad's house later. The old man has been really tired these days. If he doesn't eat, his body will collapse."

…

The Luo family is separated by a wall.

Mrs. Liu was holding a bowl and eating while complaining to Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, you didn't go over for dinner today, but I did. I'm so unlucky!"

"Fourth Aunt, I see how delicious you are when you chew meat and bones. Why are you so pitiful?" Yang Ruoqing was leaning on the lazy couch, holding a big yellow peach in her hand and asking with a smile.

Mrs. Liu waved the chopsticks with rice grains in her hands: "Forget it, this is a fight between gods and me, a mortal, will suffer!"

"Oh? Which gods are fighting?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, a little interested.

"Your father and your grandma almost had sex!"

"Your grandma has a bad temper. If there weren't many people in her way, she would almost overturn your father's wheelchair."

"And those words she scolded your father and Yun Ya, tsk tsk, it makes people panic after listening to them,"

"I never dreamed that your little old lady, who usually looks so stern and serious, would have so many petty affairs between men and women in her mind..."

Mrs. Liu suddenly realized something, picked up the bowl, leaned over to Yang Ruoqing, and whispered a few words into her ear.

Ten fingers, cigarette stick...

These originally ordinary words were now like iron beans on fire, bouncing around. Yang Ruoqing's pupils shrank and her face turned a little red.

Oh my god, how much yellow waste does this old lady have in her head?

"Qing'er, tell me, since your mother can tell you how to play, I have a bold guess, has she played like that before?" Ms. Liu still stood in front of Yang Ruoqing, asking mysteriously.

Yang Ruoqing's heart skipped a beat, and she looked at Mr. Liu suspiciously, thinking, could this guy be the roundworm in my belly?

Why can she ask me directly in words what is going on in my mind?

It's really embarrassing to ask such a straightforward question.

Especially when the two of them were so close to each other and discussing such a coloring issue, Yang Ruoqing felt agitated all over.

"Fourth Aunt, you'd better sit back. You're standing too close. The greasy smell from the meat and bones you chewed earlier is all coming into my nostrils."

Yang Ruoqing pinched her nose and deliberately looked disgusted.

Ms. Liu lowered his head and glanced at the bowl that she had pulled down to the bottom, with only a few bare bones and fish bones remaining, and grinned.

"This pregnant woman is so squeamish. The pork ribs are so fragrant, but they are buried in your mouth!"

Mrs. Liu muttered and moved her stool back knowingly.

"Qing'er, tell me, has your grandma ever played like that?" Ms. Liu then asked Yang Ruoqing.

When she is mysterious, her eyebrows can move up and down as if she were playing a piano.

The two small eyes will squeeze out different shapes with the trembling eyebrows. Sometimes they are circles, sometimes they are triangles, and sometimes they can narrow into a straight line. It's amazing!

"Fourth Aunt, your question is too exciting and I can't answer it. You'd better ask me about my breasts!"

Yang Ruoqing played haha ​​and kicked the ball back.

Mrs. Liu made a gesture of wiping her neck, "If I ask, it's because the head on my neck is too heavy."

Yang Ruoqing laughed.

The two of them joked and joked for a while, and the topic turned to Lao Wang's family again.

"This shop hasn't officially opened yet, but your Aunt Mei'er has already started to tremble. She made a big deal there earlier and said she would invite us over to eat and drink for free."

"Tsk tsk, I don't think Dabai is the kind of generous person. It would be funny if he doesn't buy it when the time comes!"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Fourth Aunt, you are really smart but confused for a while."

"How to say?"

"Do you think that even if Dabai invites our old Yang family to eat and drink in a shop in the town and enjoy the lively atmosphere, we will really go to the rooms of the old Yang family empty-handed?"

Ms. Liu instinctively resisted this statement and said without thinking: "They are the ones who say they have free food... Wait, Qing'er, what do you mean? Do you mean that we, the old Yang family, want to give gifts to each room?"

?”

Yang Ruoqing took a bite of the peach and chewed it loudly in her mouth: "Otherwise? If you really go, you will give gifts as relatives. My grandfather, my grandma, my father, and my fifth uncle all

You won’t really be empty-handed.”

"There are also other relatives of Lao Wang's family. Whenever they plan to visit a shop in town, they have to give gifts."

This is like building a new house and inviting people to come over and drink "indoor wine".

If the family is separated, please go over and give the ‘family separation gift’, etc. That’s pretty much it.

"Then I won't go, even if I die!" Liu immediately changed his mind.

"Listening to your analysis, I suddenly remembered that when Mei'er said this, the eighth sister and Liu'er's sister-in-law didn't talk to each other at all, and your mother and your fifth aunt just laughed. Oops, it turns out they had already thought of it.

After this,
Chapter completed!