However, when she entered Yang Huazhong's house, she found that the front yard and the main room were quiet, not at all as festive and lively as she had imagined.

Not only that, the old lady even keenly felt an indescribable depression and solemnity, just like... like a dead person.

Mrs. Tan was startled by this idea of ​​hers, and she quickly spat at herself in her mind, scolding herself for being so old and confused.

Even if they are separated by a slap in the face, they don't have much affection for fat girls and other granddaughters who are married outside, but after all, they are the descendants under his feet and the daughters of his son.

They are not strangers on the road outside. After all, I still hope that they will be fine and that nothing will happen to the adults and children.

Mrs. Tan was thinking in confusion, and then she went to the backyard.

When she arrived in the backyard, she saw smoke rising from the chimney above the kitchen in front of her. On the left was the house where Fat Ya gave birth to her baby. It was so quiet, as if no one was living there.

In Yang Huazhong's room on the right, there were faint sounds of talking.

"What's going on with these two families? Why are they so quiet after giving birth?"

Mrs. Tan cursed and wondered, and went straight to Yang Huazhong's house.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the house, Xiaoduo came out with a bowl in his hand. It seemed that he came in to deliver food to the people inside.

The people inside seemed to have little appetite. Mrs. Tan glanced at the bowl and saw only a few bites of the food.

"Milk, are you here?"

When Xiaoduo saw Mrs. Tan, she greeted her in a low voice, then turned around and said to the people in the room: "Dad, Mom, the baby is here."

Immediately there were footsteps coming towards the door from inside the house.

Xiaoduo smiled at Mrs. Tan and turned around to go to the kitchen.

Mrs. Tan looked at Xiaoduo's walking back, becoming more and more suspicious.

This girl has a deep love for Sister Fatty. Her sister gave birth to a pair of nephews. There is no trace of joy on her face?

Even if the girl smiled at him just now, it was still forced. At first glance, it was a forced smile forced out of politeness, and the smile was so insincere...

Is this girl still immersed in Xiang Shengnan's matter and unable to get out of it?

While Mrs. Tan was standing at the door puzzled, Yang Huazhong and Mr. Sun came out.

Seeing Ms. Tan appear at the door, the couple were not surprised at all and quickly welcomed Ms. Tan into the house.

When Mrs. Tan entered the door, she found that not only Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun were in the room, but also Blacksmith Luo, Xiao Jie's father and Mr. Sun.

Why are these people hiding in this room? Are they secretly holding a meeting?

Tan said straight to the point: "I heard from the fourth family that Qing'er gave birth to two boys last night. Mei'er specially sent me over to see the three of them. I also brought some eggs to replenish Qing'er's health. Mei'er herself

Eggs that I can’t bear to eat.”

Mrs. Sun seemed a little flattered. She quickly found a basket and carefully put the twenty eggs brought by Mrs. Tan into the basket.

Yang Huazhong said: "Mei'er is interested, and I thank her on Qing'er's behalf."

Blacksmith Luo also smiled reluctantly and nodded.

Tan glanced around, taking in the expressions of these people, and discovered something strange.

"What's wrong with you all? Fatty has given birth to two boys, why do you all have such long faces and no hint of joy?"

Ms. Tan didn't mince words and questioned her face to face.

Then he pointed at Yang Huazhong: "And you, the third child, have added two grandsons to your family. Why are you like an eggplant beaten by frost? What's wrong with you?"

Yang Huazhong sighed.

Blacksmith Luo also had a sad face.

Mrs. Sun was immersed in picking up eggs. When she heard this, her movements slowed down and her tears fell onto the eggshells.

Mrs. Tan was really frightened when she saw this.

The old lady raised her voice and asked them again: "Hey, what's going on with each of you? Can anyone tell me?"

Yang Huazhong and the others raised their heads nervously and made a silent finger towards Mr. Tan.

Mrs. Sun was also a little panicked. She didn't care about picking up the eggs, so she trotted over and closed the door, fearing that the sound would reach the opposite room.

Mrs. Tan looked confused and became more and more impatient, almost stamping her feet.

Finally, Mrs. Sun got up and came over to support Ms. Tan, sat her down on the stool, and said in a low voice: "Old lady, ancestor, please be quiet, Qing'er finally slept for a while.

Don't disturb her."

Mrs. Tan slapped away Mrs. Sun's hand and glared at Mrs. Sun hard: "Then you have to tell me what's going on, or you're going to kill me?"

Mrs. Sun sighed: "Qing'er gave birth to two sons last night, and both mother and son are safe. Now Qing'er is sleeping after drinking medicine, and the two babies are also sleeping in her room. Sister-in-law Cuilian is watching next to them.

"

Mrs. Tan blinked: "Then what are you all hiding here mumbling about? I looked at you all looking unhappy. The fourth child didn't even look when he came over to see the baby. What, what?

Isn’t it because the baby is disfigured?”

Usually when a child has a disfigured face, the family is a little secretive about it and doesn't want to show it to others.

Mrs. Tan found that when she said these words, the atmosphere in the room suddenly sank a bit.

Mrs. Tan was so anxious that she almost jumped up from her stool again, "What? Could it be that I was right? Is the baby really disfigured? What is disfigured appearance?"

Da Sun came back to her senses and quickly pressed Tan's shoulders again to make her sit back, still a little bit dumbfounded.

"Old lady, you are overthinking. The two babies Qing'er gave birth to are very normal."

"Ah? You're not disfigured? Then why are you so sad?"

"Old lady, we are crying because of other things."

"What's going on?"

"Hey, Tang Yazi!"

"Tang Yazi? What's wrong with him?" asked Tan.

Then he turned his head and looked around, and then remembered: "Yes, Qing'er has given birth to two sons for him, why didn't he show up? Blacksmith, let me ask you, is this how your old Luo family does things? Our old

The daughter of the Yang family passed away to give birth to a son to continue the lineage of your old Luo family, why didn't your Luo Fengtang even show his face?"

The more Tan talked, the more angry he became, and his anger was directed at Blacksmith Luo.

Blacksmith Luo looked frustrated and sighed repeatedly.

Yang Huazhong finally said, "Mom, if you don't know the situation, don't blame the blacksmith."

"Tangyaozi, it's not that Tangyaozi won't come, he has an accident... and he can't come!"

After some explanations, Ms. Tan finally understood a big secret that Yang Huazhong and his wife and Luo Tiejiang and his wife had been trying to hide during this period.

Tang Yazi went into the mountain to find the whereabouts of his brother-in-law Xiang Shengnan, and then fell to the bottom of the cliff...

"Oh My God!"

Mrs. Tan was dumbfounded and sat on the stool blankly.

Mrs. Sun also came back, sitting aside with her head lowered and wiping tears.
Chapter completed!