There was no choice, so Yang Huaming had no choice but to grab a pillow and run to the old man's feet to sleep.

As a result, not long after I fell asleep, I was smelly by the old man's feet and sneezed twice in a row.

What's going on with this old man?

Yu Xingkui obviously washed his feet every night, but why did his feet still look like tofu soaked in brine for thousands of years?

Yang Huaming pulled some cotton wool, stuffed it into his ears, and blocked both nostrils.

Just like that, I slept and slept.

In the second half of the night, he fell asleep, but he didn't sleep well. In his dream, he kept picking at the manure pit in the backyard.

He really didn't want to pick, and wanted to drop the pick and leave, but Tan and Liu stood on either side, both of them wanted him to pick, and they were not allowed to stop!

When I woke up at dawn, I was freed from the nightmare. I discovered that it was the old man who had gotten up, put on his shoes and sat in the wheelchair, looking at him with a smile.

"How was your sleep last night? Is it okay?" the old man asked.

Yang Huaming pointed to his own pair of panda eyes, "Dad, look at my eyes, and the answer is all written in them."

Old Yang looked at it and was stunned.

"What's going on? Why didn't you sleep well? Are you choosing a bed? How old are you to choose a bed?" the old man asked with a suspicious look on his face.

Regarding this, Yang Huaming felt like crying without tears!

"It's not about choosing a bed, it's because daddy, your snoring is so scary that I couldn't sleep a wink all night long..."

"Nonsense, I never snore when I sleep!"

"What? Dad, are you telling lies with your eyes open? Do you have a conscience?"

"It's true. Your mother said it. Your mother said that when I fell asleep, I felt like I was dead. There was no movement at all, and even thunder couldn't wake me up!"

The corner of Yang Huaming's mouth twitched, "Dad, you can't even hear what my mother said to hurt you?"

Old Yang Tou bluffed Yang Huaming: "Just talk nonsense. Anyway, it's your own fault that you didn't sleep well. Don't blame it on me!"

Yang Huaming could only roll his eyes. This was because a scholar encountered a soldier and couldn't explain clearly.

At this moment, Yang Huazhong came over.

"Dad, fourth child, are you up? What, Qing'er's mother has made breakfast, come over and have some together!"

"Third brother, what delicious food did my third sister-in-law cook?" Yang Huaming asked curiously.

Because I didn't sleep well, I felt extremely tired.

When you are tired, you get hungry easily and always want to eat something.

When I'm with Mrs. Liu, I basically don't have to think about the morning meal, because Mrs. Liu can't get up at all.

Yang Huaming really wanted to go to the Taoist temple for breakfast on an empty stomach, but there were still iron eggs at home.

He just left, and went to the Taoist temple where he could have breakfast, but why didn’t Tiedan go hungry?

So every morning, the first thing Yang Huaming does after getting up is to go to the kitchen to boil eggs.

Add water to the pot and boil three eggs.

Tiedan eats three eggs in the morning?

No. He was so exhausted that he could only eat one egg.

So, is it one for each of three people?

wrong!

One Tiedan, two from the Liu family, and Yang Huaming went to the Taoist temple to eat for free.

It must be cooked for Mrs. Liu, even if she sleeps in and can't get up to cook breakfast.

Who made her his mother-in-law? Moreover, if she didn’t boil eggs for Mrs. Liu, she would just snatch the egg from Tiedan when she got hungry. What should we do?

Therefore, Yang Huaming no longer wants to care about the small details in life, who pays more and who pays less. It is boring for a family to care about those things.

"Haha, fourth brother, you will know when you go to the main room." Yang Huazhong deliberately let it slip, and then came to Lao Yangtou: "Dad, should I push you over to have breakfast?"

Old Yang nodded: "Okay!"

In the main room, Sun and He Lian'er had already put breakfast on the table.

There are several large bowls placed in the middle of the table.

A bowl is filled with egg fried rice. The egg fried rice contains pickled cabbage, shredded chili peppers, and chopped green onion.

There is also a lot of egg chunks, and the rice grains are very dry, which makes people very appetizing.

There is a bowl full of steamed buns.

The buns are plump and round, and the pleats on top are very particular. I don’t know what the fillings are inside. Anyway, there is something red and similar to chili oil flowing out from the seal. Once you see it, you can’t help but want it.

Grab a big soft bun, split it from the middle, and bite it in one bite!

There is also a bowl filled with millet porridge.

In addition, the basket contains steamed sweet potatoes, shelled peanuts, yams...

In addition, there is also a plate of sesame oil tofu curd made by Zisun himself.

The bean curd is cut into square pieces and placed neatly on a white porcelain plate.

On the small plate with green patterns on the side is a pile of crispy dried radish mixed with diced pickled cucumbers, which can be used with porridge or fried rice with eggs.

"Oh my God, this is called breakfast! I can't stand it anymore, so I'll eat a big bun first to calm down the shock!"

Yang Huaming grabbed a big bun and broke it open.

As a spicy smell hit your nostrils, the bun fillings inside were also exposed to view.

"Oh, this stuffing, this stuffing is... minced pork vermicelli?" he asked.

But it’s not quite like the traditional minced pork vermicelli because it contains green peppers, diced bamboo shoots and so on.

He Lian'er said with a smile: "These are steamed buns stuffed with stir-fried veal, vermicelli and bamboo shoots."

Yang Huaming took a big bite, oh my god, this is so delicious. The stuffing is made of yellow beef, and there is coriander in it. One bite can make people confused...

"Master, what do you want to eat first?" He Lian'er came over and asked obediently.

Old Yangtou said gently: "As I get older, my teeth are not very good. Please give me a bowl of millet porridge first."

"okay."

He Lian'er turned around and scooped porridge for Old Yangtou.

Mrs. Sun is helping Yang Huazhong pack the fried rice with eggs.

Yang Huaming bit the bun and stared at the egg fried rice: "Sister-in-law, I want a bowl too."

Mrs. Sun smiled softly and gave Yang Huaming the bowl of pointed egg fried rice that was already in her hand, "I'll give this bowl to you first."

Yang Huaming thanked him happily, took out the bowl and chopsticks, and devoured it.

On the side, Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong were talking about things while eating.

"I don't know how the conversation went with Yongjin?" Old Yangtou said.

"After dinner later, I have to go over and take a look. If he can't open his mouth, let me, the great-grandfather, talk to Xiu Xiu."

Yang Huazhong nodded, "Okay, we'll go there together after dinner later."

Some things cannot be avoided and must be faced eventually.

Yang Huazhong turned around and said to Yang Huaming: "Don't go, just go back to the Taoist temple after eating!"

Yang Huaming had no intention of going originally. He was really tired from staying up late last night, so he just wanted to eat and drink enough and go back to the Taoist Temple to catch up on his sleep.

Anyway, this season is also off-season for Taoist temples, and the incense is not very strong.

When the Hungry Ghost Festival is around half of July, I will be busy for another month.

After everything is over, there will be another off-season until the end of the year, so it’s no problem to catch up on sleep now.
Chapter completed!