"Oh, my grandma, you are so pretentious. You have to pick out those words. Are you so strong?"

Yang Ruoqing yelled a few words casually and walked into the house with the bowl in hand.

The smell of cigarette smoke in the room had already dissipated. Yang Ruoqing put the bowl on the table next to Old Yang's head, and placed a pair of chopsticks on top of the bowl.

Immediately, the scent began to dominate the room.

Old Yang glanced at the contents of the bowl and laughed.

"These fried rice dumplings are made authentically. Your aunt is very good at her craftsmanship! Thank them for helping me and you," the old man said.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, then glanced at Mrs. Tan again, "Master, milk, you guys eat first, I'll go over first."

Old Yang nodded, but Tan didn't say anything. He didn't say he didn't want to eat, nor did he say he wanted to eat.

Yang Ruoqing guessed that the old lady was embarrassed, so she left the room and went to the main room to find Yang Huazhong and Sun.

In the room, the old man poked up a fried rice dumpling and handed it to Mrs. Tan: "Here, you can try it."

Mrs. Tan waved her hand: "I won't eat it. I won't eat it even if I say I won't eat it!"

Old Yangtou smiled and said, "There's no one else here, so come and eat. There's so much, I can't eat it alone."

Tan still shook his head.

Old Yangtou said: "If you don't eat it, then I won't eat it either."

He really put the chopsticks back.

Mrs. Tan turned around and spat at Old Yang: "Fat girl brought this to honor you. There is braised pork in it. You have to eat more. I ate it, so what do you eat?"

When she was massaging the old man's legs and feet, she pinched the old man's ankles and calves. The skin and flesh on them were not only loose, but also much thinner.

This is completely different from the way he felt before when he could run and walk.

At that time, she often washed the old man's feet. His legs and feet were very strong and strong, and one look at them and pinched them showed that he was a very strong old man.

But now, the skin and flesh on the legs and feet seemed to have dried and shrunk. Holding it in his hand, Tan felt very uncomfortable.

When Old Yangtou heard what Tan said, he subconsciously pulled up his trousers and looked at his legs.

The old man chuckled and could probably guess what Tan was referring to.

"Don't feel sorry for me. My legs and feet have nothing to do with eating and drinking!" the old man said.

"Don't even think about it. I'm living with Lao San and his wife, no matter if it's Lao San, his wife or Qing'er."

"Even the fifth house, eighth sister, and Sun family across the street, if anyone has something delicious, they will think of sending some to me."

"I really don't lack food and drink. You really don't need to feel bad for me. I'm living a good life!"

Mrs. Tan wrinkled her nose and pointed at Lao Yangtou's legs and feet: "Then why is all the meat on your legs gone?"

Old Yang patted his leg and laughed and said, "What a silly old woman. I'm paralyzed. I've been in a wheelchair for several years, and the flesh on my legs must have shrunk!"

"Can it still be like that? Are you trying to trick me?" Tan was dubious.

Old Yang nodded and said seriously: "How dare I fool you? It's true!"

"It's like that hoe and kitchen knife. If you use it every day, it will become more effective the more you use it. If you don't use it for a few days, it may become rusty. The same is true for this person's legs and feet!"

After Lao Yangtou explained it like this, Mrs. Tan understood.

"Can the lost meat grow back again?" she asked again.

Lao Yangtou nodded again, his eyes were warm, and he told Mrs. Tan in a very sure tone: "Yes, when I reach the second stage of treatment, I can stand up and practice walking with a cane. By then, I will be able to gradually grow longer."

Meat."

In fact, what Lao Yangtou didn't tell Mr. Tan was that the legs Mr. Tan saw today were already improved after the first stage of treatment.

If it had been left before, it would have been even more terrifying.

Not to mention that Mrs. Tan was scared, even Old Yangtou himself was scared. These legs and feet were like two sticks. You could reach out and grab the leg bones!

Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Old Yangtou then picked up the chopsticks and poked a bunch of fried rice dumplings and handed them to Tan.

"Come, eat with me. It won't taste good if it gets cold later."

Mrs. Tan wanted to say something more pretentious, but she saw a bunch of fried rice dumplings stuck on her chopsticks, just like a bunch of candied haws. The only difference was the color.

They are really similar in shape, round, covered in braised pork oil, shiny, and minced garlic.

The braised pork is even cooked into a reddish color. Sauce and chili are used to enhance the flavor. Not to mention, when Tan saw such a bunch of fried rice dumplings, he really felt that all the essence of the braised pork was in the fried rice dumplings.

Here comes.

"Okay, okay, then I'll give you face and eat two with you. It's just this one time and I won't do it next time!"

Mr. Tan sat down, took the fried rice dumplings, took one bite and put it into his mouth to enjoy.

Old Yangtou also smiled, picked up another chopstick, poked a piece of braised pork and stuffed it into his mouth.

Suddenly, I found the feeling I had when the Hungry Ghost Festival came in the past...

When the old couple were facing each other and eating with gusto, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming came over together.

"Father, mother, you are both here. We came here to discuss something with you." Yang Huazhong said loudly after entering the door.

Old Yang put down his chopsticks, raised his eyes and looked at Yang Huazhong calmly: "What do you want to say?"

Tan glanced at Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming, then lowered his eyes and continued eating.

After this, the old lady gradually relaxed.

She and the old man are not just a young man and a young girl who just went on a blind date, they are an old married couple!

So when her sons came over to discuss the matter, she felt confident that there was nothing to avoid.

Avoiding it, avoiding it, makes you look angry, coy, and unpretentious, and makes people laugh!

So Tan continued to eat.

After asking about Yang Huazhong, Lao Yangtou turned around and told Mrs. Tan: "I'm full, you continue to eat. After you're done, send the bowls and chopsticks to the Luo family."

Mrs. Tan nodded, and a tacit understanding was formed between the old couple as before.

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming, who were waiting to talk, secretly exchanged glances. Both of them were shocked by the rapid development of the relationship between the old couple.

Although they were shocked, they were all secretly happy.

Yang Huazhong came to his senses, sat down, and discussed with Lao Yang Touna: "Dad, Lao Si and I came here to discuss with you, Lao He."

"Tomorrow is the Hungry Ghost Festival. On this year's Hungry Ghost Festival, we want to move my second brother's grave to our ancestral grave."

The second eldest son of the Yang family, Yang Hualin, died unexpectedly and suddenly a few years ago. It was an abnormal death.

According to the rules in this area, people who died abnormally cannot go directly to their ancestors' graves. They must first find another place to bury them, and wait three to five years to let their grievances pass before moving their graves.

Originally we should have moved the grave last year, but there were so many things going on last year, including flooding, so we didn't bother with it.

This year, we originally planned to move the grave during the Qingming Festival. At that time, Yang Yongbai from the second room also came back and discussed the matter.

But it was temporarily canceled later because it rained heavily on the day of the tomb relocation, and it was difficult to walk in the mud along the way.

So everyone discussed at that time that it would be set for this year’s Hungry Ghost Festival and not to be changed again!

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