But Tan knew that this was because Yang Huamei had not found the right words to refute herself.

It’s not that Yang Huamei really realized that she was wrong.

"While they haven't come back yet, I'll tell you something else," said Tan.

Yang Huamei sat there suffocating, her eyelids drooped, deliberately not looking at Mrs. Tan.

Mrs. Tan didn't care about this and took out a red envelope.

"Originally, you asked me and your father to give Xu Qiaohong 188 Wen as meeting money..."

"Mom, are you too confused to understand what I'm saying?"

As soon as Tan opened her mouth, she was rudely interrupted by Yang Huamei.

She was finally willing to raise her eyes and glare at Mrs. Tan: "That's not what I said. What I mean is that at least one hundred and eighty-eight yuan should be paid. This is a minimum number. The minimum cannot be less than this amount."

, instead of asking you and my dad to just give you this number, what does this number mean? What can you buy? Really! You old fool!"

Ms. Tan was a little confused, she still had a red envelope in her hand, and she was only halfway through her words when she suddenly got a slap in the face.

The old lady took a deep breath.

Fortunately, she was my biological daughter. She was born with a dystocia. She was nearly nine pounds fat and was the first girl in the Yang family. Although she almost died from dystocia, the girl was born smoothly.

, it is better to treat myself and the old man very little, and protect them as if they were eyeballs.

I didn’t expect that it would end up like this!

The old lady took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and then calmly said what she wanted to express.

Although, this may anger the old girl even more.

But the old lady still had to say it, and she had to go on.

"Mei'er, in this red envelope, I have prepared two hundred cents, which is money for Xu Qiaohong's meeting," said Tan.

"When the day comes when Xu Qiaohong officially marries her, I will still give her money for the meeting, and it will definitely be more than this."

Tan's words were the only words that made Yang Huamei's expression soften for nearly half an hour from when Tan walked into Lao Wang's house.

"Just two hundred coins, I can make do with it," Yang Huamei said.

Anyway, the next time Qiaohong officially marries her, she will be given more money to meet her, so she should remember this first.

Ms. Tan continued: "After they get married and go to Lao Yang's house to visit relatives, I will pay for the third meeting!"

This sentence made Yang Huamei's face turn from gloomy to clear.

"Mom, it's you who is nice to me. You truly treat me as your daughter and Xiao Hei as your grandson!"

Yang Huamei said flattering words and finally reached out to the table.

Pushing the plate of melon seeds on the table in front of Mrs. Tan: "Mom, try these melon seeds. They are caramel-flavored, very crisp and sweet. You like them."

Mrs. Tan glanced at the plate of caramelized melon seeds on the table that had been there since she entered the door, and smiled bitterly.

"Don't be in a hurry to eat melon seeds. I haven't finished speaking yet," Ms. Tan said.

After you have finished speaking, I guess you don’t want to give me melon seeds, Mei’er, right?

Yang Huamei had a sweet and gentle smile on her face, and even moved a little closer to Mrs. Tan.

"Mom, tell me, I'm listening!"

"Yeah," Mrs. Tan nodded.

Then he patted the purse containing two hundred coins and said to Yang Huamei: "The two hundred coins in it are the meeting money that your father and I gave to Xu Qiaohong."

"Together?"

The smile on Yang Huamei's face froze.

"What do you mean? You guys give it to me together? Isn't that just one hundred cents per person?" The abacus in Yang Huamei's heart was pounding.

He also sat up straight, widening the distance between him and Tan.

"Mom, what's going on with my dad? Didn't we make a good deal before? Everyone is not allowed to burn fish for 188 fen. You said, you two come together and give me the entire 200 fen. This

What’s this? Aren’t you just kidding me? How could you do this!”

The more Yang Huamei talked, the more excited she became. The caramel melon seeds that she had previously pushed in front of Mrs. Tan were pushed back to the middle of the table.

Because I used too much force, a few pills spilled out.

Mrs. Tan did not look at the spilled melon seeds. Her only remaining eye was fixed on Yang Huamei's ever-changing face, and she kept lamenting in her heart.

On the face, however, it became more and more calm as water, or it could be said to be the indifferent calmness after being disappointed to the extreme.

"Your father and I have reconciled. We are husband and wife, a family, and one body." Tan continued.

"So, naturally we gave the money for the meeting together. Two hundred cents, not too much, not too little. Pork costs fifteen cents per catty, and eggs cost one cent each. Two hundred cents can buy more than ten catties of pork.

Eggs can buy a basket, and clothes can buy a whole set.

Meeting money is all about one intention, I hope you can understand."

Yang Huamei doesn’t understand and doesn’t want to understand!

She only knew that as a result, her budget would be reduced a lot.

You must know that last night she was lying in bed, thinking about it in her mind for a long time, and put together the meeting money given by the old man and old lady, the meeting money given by her brother and sister-in-law who lived in the same house, and the meeting money given by Xiao Hei and his aunt.

Calculate the approximate number.

I didn't expect it to be like this now, with all kinds of things happening and it won't stop!

"You all just can't get along with me, right?" Yang Huamei was so angry that she grabbed the crutch next to her and stood up. She bent over, pointed a finger at Mrs. Tan's nose and said, "When are you going to get along with my father?"

Okay? You have to choose this time? You are deliberately trying to trick me!"

To be honest, Mr. Tan has never been pointed at the nose and scolded like this in his entire life.

Even if I had an argument with Lao Yang when I was young, Lao Yang could slam the table, throw the tea bowl, kick the stool, or slam the door and leave...

But you can’t point at Ms. Tan’s nose and train her like a dog!

The other children in the family, including Yang Huaming, Yang Yongqing, and Yang Ruoqing, were thorny and dared to confront her or even fight each other.

However, there is no such thing as pointing at the nose and lecturing her.

Everyone has a sense of propriety. Even if they are very angry or extremely irritable, they will calmly control their fingers and never point them on the nose of an old lady like her.

And what about Yang Huamei?

She held this old girl in her heart and loved her all her life.

This old girl who would rather bear all the infamy, everyone's dissatisfaction and complaints, and unlimited subsidies, at this moment, not only pointed her finger at the old lady's nose to train the dog, but almost poked her with her pointed nails several times.

Tan’s forehead is on fire!

Tan's heart felt desolate.

Suddenly I felt that this person's life was boring.

If you hurt the wrong person, you will not only be hurt yourself, but you will also let this old girl develop such a deformed character, which will end up harming others and yourself.

This is what Tan doesn't want to see, but things are developing in a direction she doesn't want to see, and she is unable to reverse it...

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Chapter completed!