Changping Village.

When Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Liu arrived at Lao Wang's house, they happened to see Dabai coming out of the main room and heading to the kitchen with an empty bowl in his hand.

"Hey, Dabai? When did you come back? I thought you weren't coming back! What are you doing with an empty bowl?"

Before Dabai saw the two people coming in, Liu, one of the two, was like a machine gun that had been activated, firing at Dabai with "ta da da" words.

Yang Ruoqing quietly stroked her forehead. Fortunately, her fourth aunt was not a man. Otherwise, if she had been a death judge in a government office, she would have been able to talk to even the dead.

Dabai also noticed the two of them at this time, bowed and greeted them with a smile, his attitude was friendly and humble.

"Fourth aunt, cousin, I just finished eating for my mother and was about to take the bowl to the kitchen to wash it."

"Ah, you know how to wash dishes? I remember you used to curse me when you put down the bowl when you picked up the bowl to eat!" Mrs. Liu covered her mouth and giggled, seemingly joking, sarcastic and mocking Dabai all the time.

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Dabai was not angry, nor did he get angry. Instead, he grinned and said, "That's all in the past. I was ignorant and caused trouble to everyone. Please bear with me!"

"Yeah, what you said is very knowledgeable. It seems that you are really sensible." Mrs. Liu said.

Dabai glanced at Yang Ruoqing again and said, "Gong Ga and third uncle are in the house. Fourth aunt and cousin, please come in for tea. The floor is slippery. Cousin, can I help you?"

He said that he was about to come here in the rain. Yang Ruoqing waved her hand: "No, no, no, you go about your business, I'm already under the eaves."

Dabai then turned around and went to the kitchen.

Mrs. Liu stopped him: "What did you give your mother to eat?"

Dabai said: "The red dates and wolfberry porridge brought back from the shop also contains two brown sugar-poached eggs."

When Mr. Liu heard this, his mouth watered.

"Has your mother finished eating?"

Dabai turned his eyes slightly and said, "There is still half a bowl left in the pot."

Liu moved and subconsciously let go of Yang Ruoqing's arm.

"Fourth Aunt!"

Yang Ruoqing realized what Liu wanted to do and called her in a low voice.

However, Ms. Liu's old habit had broken out, and Yang Ruoqing's strong reminder could not restrain her at all.

"Qing'er, you go in first, I'll come back as soon as I can."

Ms. Liu laughed along with her and pushed Yang Ruoqing into the room like a child.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and asked in a low voice: "Fourth Aunt, you have eaten something else now. Can you still eat the pig buns at noon?"

Mr. Liu chuckled, "I don't eat Dabai's food. I just went to see if the porridge in the shop is different from what we cook at home."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes, was too lazy to pay attention to Mrs. Liu, turned around and went into the house to see Yang Huamei.

Ms. Liu quickly ran out and chased Dabai into the kitchen...

In the west room, Yang Huamei, who had just finished eating porridge, was sitting on the bed with two large pillows stuffed into her lower back.

Mrs. Tan sat sideways on the edge of the bed, with her hands folded in her sleeves, looking at her nose and heart, like an old Bodhisattva in trance. Occasionally, when Yang Huamei moved, Mrs. Tan immediately raised her eyelids and twitched her hands.

He came out and asked Yang Huamei repeatedly what he needed.

Opposite the bed was a window, and a table was placed under the window. Old Yangtou and Yang Huazhong, father and son, were sitting on one side, neither smoking, but discussing Yang Huamei's condition.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Yang Huamei moved, stretched her neck and smiled at Yang Ruoqing.

"It's raining, why did you come here?" she asked kindly, and stretched out her hand to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled softly, "Yu Xiao, I have nothing to do. Come over and see how my aunt is recovering."

While asking, Yang Ruoqing had already arrived at the bedside.

For the first time, Mrs. Tan stood up and moved to the small stool aside, making room for Yang Ruoqing to sit.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, sat down beside the bed, took Yang Huamei's hand, and gently placed two slender fingers on the other person's wrist.

At this time, everyone else in the room stopped talking. Lao Yangtou had been smoking for many years and had a throat problem. The weather had suddenly dropped in the past two days and he had a cold.

At this moment, there was some secretion stuck in the throat, and she held it in without clearing her throat. Everyone held their breath and focused on her fingers.

Yang Huamei herself was a little nervous. She knew that Yang Ruoqing knew some medical skills and had learned how to feel the pulse from Uncle Fu in the early years.

After a while, Yang Ruoqing changed Yang Huamei's other wrist. Then, she put down Yang Huamei's sleeve, raised her eyes, and said to Yang Huamei, whose face was full of anxiety: "Judging from the pulse, my aunt has recovered well in the past two days, and her pulse is stable.

Strong, not as weak as before."

Yang Huamei's hanging breath was relieved immediately.

Everyone else in the room also regained their voices.

Yang Huazhong said: "It seems that Wangsheng's medicine has worked."

Ms. Tan said: "It has something to do with Mei'er being obedient these past two days. I won't let her go to the ground easily, and I won't even allow her to leave the house!"

Lao Yangtou smiled and nodded, and then began to clear his throat.

"Ahem...goose...spit!"

A mouthful of secretions was spat out on the ground, and there was a loud thud. The sound was very textured.

The old man felt that everything from his mouth to his chest was unblocked, and the air he breathed in became fresh and pleasant.

It just hurts other people.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of the sound of yogurt pudding falling to the ground.

As for Tan, as an expert in old phlegm, she turned her head and glared at Old Yang, "Why are you making all that noise? Are you going to bury the dead person?"

Lao Yangtou was feeling comfortable when he was suddenly scolded, with a look of astonishment on his face.

Seeing Mr. Tan glance at the things at his feet with disgust, Old Yang suddenly understood.

The old man was angry and funny. He pointed at Mrs. Tan and said, "I just coughed because my throat felt uncomfortable. Don't think about yourself. The spit you spit in your lifetime can fill up a water tank, and spit on the ground can smash it."

Even if you come out of a hole, I will never despise you!"

Not only did she not dislike her, she was so full of energy when she was young, but she also liked to catch her and kiss her...

Now that I think about it, my taste is indeed a bit strong.

Tan suddenly stood up and turned to glare at Lao Yangtou, like an angry King Kong demanding his life.

Old Yangtou trembled all over and suddenly became mute.

Tan's scoldings were thrown at her like a barrage: "You old thing, can you say it again? I was the one who wronged you in the past few decades? Do you still want me to apologize to you?"

Seeing that Old Yangtou remained silent, Tan became even more arrogant and took a few steps closer to Old Yangtou.

"Old man, are you talking? Are you mute? Or are you dead?"

"Don't you dislike me? Why did you leave earlier? If you had told me earlier, I would have kicked you off earlier. It won't delay your marriage, and it won't delay my marriage!"

Old Yang frowned and his eyes darkened, "I'm not paying attention to you, you old woman are getting more and more outrageous!"
Chapter completed!