Xiao Hei only dared to show off with words, and when Yang Huamei really wanted to chase him, he gave up.

At the moment, I was protecting my head with both hands and could only run.

One of the two women ran and the other chased, causing a great commotion in the hall. In this chaos, not only Xiao Hei's own watermelon porridge was thrown in his face by Yang Huamei, but also the watermelon porridge in the bowl in front of Zhuang Zhuang.

They were all knocked to the ground.

Zhuang Zhuang looked at the scene in front of him, and then looked at the watermelon porridge and the broken bowl on the ground. The little guy cried at the top of his voice.

Because he couldn't speak, his cries sounded weird, like sobbing and choking. The vague sound was tugging in the trachea, as if an invisible hand was holding his strong neck.

Tightening and loosening, switching back and forth, controlling the cry.

When Yang Huamei heard her precious grandson crying, she panicked, and her pace of chasing Xiao Hei naturally slowed down.

Xiao Hei took advantage of Yang Huamei's distraction and rushed to the yard.

Yang Huamei threw the feather duster in her hand, pointed at Xiao Hei's running back and yelled: "You bastard, this is my home, don't even think about kicking me out! Get out, get out!"

Xiao Hei rushed outside the courtyard, poked his head out of the courtyard wall, and shouted at Yang Huamei: "Then I will become the son-in-law of the old Xu family! I'm leaving and I will never come back!"

Yang Huamei chased him into the yard, her eyes were red, and there was a voice in her heart shouting, if she caught Xiao Hei this time, she would have to press the bastard to the ground and strangle him to death, and it would be as if he had lost one of his children!

However, when she chased her to the door of the yard, Xiao Hei had already disappeared.

"You bastard, you're running out when it's almost dark, you're not a thing!" Yang Huamei spat twice more in the direction where Xiao Hei ran away, and then quickly returned to the main room.

At this time, in the main room, the eldest grandson Zhuangzhuang had stopped crying. The little guy was squatting on the ground, grabbing the watermelon porridge that had been spilled on the ground and stuffing it into his mouth.

"Oh my god, I can't eat it, I can't eat it!"

He shouted something in his mouth, and rushed to Zhuang Zhuang like a gust of wind from his feet. He picked Zhuang Zhuang up from the ground and put him aside.

At the same time, he went to wipe off the watermelon porridge on his chubby fingers.

Zhuang Zhuang was very unhappy and struggled to get off Yang Huamei's arms. He pointed at the puddle of watermelon porridge on the ground and screamed anxiously.

"Baby, that porridge is dirty. You can't eat it. Your stomach hurts after eating it..."

Yang Huamei hugged her eldest grandson tightly and coaxed her patiently.

Not to mention that this child is a deaf-mute child and cannot hear. Even if he can hear, he still cannot understand it at his age of one year!

So Yang Huamei basically played the harp to an ox, but the ox didn't listen. Zhuangzhuang struggled to survive just to go to the ground to grab the watermelon porridge on the ground to eat.

Finally, his wish failed, and he started to make weird crying sounds again.

Yang Huamei was so upset that her head and face were covered in hot sweat, and her hair was sticky against her cheeks.

Big beads of sweat dripped from the tip of her nose, and Zhuangzhuang was no better. His face was red from crying, and his clothes were soaked through.

"Okay, okay, grandma will take you to find watermelon porridge to eat, don't cry, don't cry!"

Yang Huamei had no idea, so she found a cattail leaf fan to cover Zhuang Zhuang's head, held it with one hand, locked the door and hurried to the old Luo's house at the entrance of the village.

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The old Luo family.

In summer, dinner should be eaten as early as possible. The longer you delay it, the more inconvenient it will be. There will be mosquitoes everywhere around your feet.

Of course, this is also limited to families with good conditions. For those with poor conditions, they have to work in the fields day and night, sweating profusely.

At this moment in the Luo family, the sun had set, and the sky was filled with red clouds, as if they were on fire.

In the main hall of the Luo family, everyone was having dinner.

At noon, there were still two bowls of watermelon porridge and two bowls of white rice left.

So at night, Yang Ruoqing made egg fried rice from two bowls of white rice and put it in a big bowl.

The remaining two bowls of porridge were also brought to the table. I cooked a few salted duck eggs, a few corns, a plate of pickles, and fried a shrimp and egg separately for the two children.

A simple but sumptuous dinner was prepared. They all sat on their own special stools, with a scarf hanging under their necks. Their little eyes curiously looked at the porridge, rice and dishes on the table.

Seeing the excitement, he would kick his round little feet hard a few times and make a sound of "Uh-huh" from his mouth.

"It looks like I want to eat watermelon porridge." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Uncle, aunt, there is also a bowl of watermelon porridge. Look who eats it. This bowl is enough for Tuan Yuan Yuan to die."

Yang Ruoqing took two small wooden bowls and spoons and prepared to share the watermelon porridge with the two little guys.

Blacksmith Luo glanced at Wang Cuilian: "You can eat it, I'll just take a few bites of egg fried rice."

Wang Cuilian said: "I have eaten several bowls of watermelon porridge at noon. You can eat this bowl at night."

Blacksmith Luo shook his head: "Then Qing'er will eat it."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "A bowl of watermelon porridge is being pushed back and forth like this. I'll just have half a bowl of egg fried rice later. It's too hot to eat."

So, Blacksmith Luo finally decided to eat the bowl of watermelon porridge.

At this moment, Yang Huamei entered the gate of Luo's courtyard holding Zhuangzhuang, who was crying strangely.

Yang Ruoqing still sat there steadily and shared watermelon porridge with Tuanyuan. She just glanced at the door of the courtyard and said hello.

Wang Cuilian put down her chopsticks and stood up: "Mei'er, Zhuangzhuang, what's going on? Why are you crying like this?"

Yang Huamei's face was full of embarrassment. She hugged Zhuangzhuang and ran straight to the table. While scanning the table with her eyes, she couldn't hide her intention:

"Sister-in-law Cuilian, Qing'er, I'm so sorry, I brought Zhuangzhuang here specifically to ask for watermelon porridge."

Looking for watermelon porridge?

Wang Cuilian was puzzled for a moment and looked at Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, didn't you send watermelon porridge to your aunt's family this afternoon? Did you miss it?" Wang Cuilian asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "How could I miss it? It's a big bowl full. It can be divided into two rice bowls when poured out."

Yang Huamei also quickly shook her head and said: "Qing'er gave me watermelon porridge, and I didn't miss it."

"My watermelon porridge was accidentally spilled and I couldn't eat it. I was too strong and didn't eat enough, so I was making a fuss at home."

"I really have no choice but to take him with me and shamelessly come to try my luck. Is there anything left?"

Wang Cuilian smiled: "Hey, it's just a little bit of watermelon porridge, it's nothing like a dragon's liver and a phoenix's guts. See how serious you say it is."

"Come on, come on, sit down quickly, there's still a bowl of porridge!"

Following Wang Cuilian's words, Blacksmith Luo quickly pushed the watermelon porridge in front of him back to the middle of the table, and said: "I haven't taken off the chopsticks yet. They are clean. Mei'er, you can use them to feed the baby!"

Yang Huamei glanced at the rice bowl in front of Blacksmith Luo. It was a flat bowl.
Chapter completed!