When asked why Dabai and Hongmei didn't come back for the festival, Yang Huamei let go of Tan's hand and walked to the door of the main room alone. He held the door frame and looked outside for a few times, then shook his head and sighed.

"What's wrong, Mei'er? Is that vixen from Hongmei blowing pillow wind into the ears of that white-eyed wolf from Dabai again, and deliberately not coming back to spend the holidays with you?"

Upon seeing this, Mr. Tan immediately approached Yang Huamei and asked nervously and anxiously.

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head, "No, no, no, it's not what you think it is, mother!"

Mrs. Tan stamped her foot and asked: "What kind of thing is that? No matter what, this is the holiday, they should come back to spend the holiday with you instead of being sentimental and reasonable!"

Old Yangtou said: "Old lady, don't always grab the first prize. At least let my daughter finish her words first!"

Only then did Tan barely control his mouth.

Seeing this, Yang Huamei quickly explained: "Actually, Dabai came back yesterday. He told us that he will definitely come back today, and he will bring back all the ingredients needed for the wine!"

"What?"

Tan once again failed to control his mouth and screamed in surprise.

"Meier, what are you talking about? There is a banquet tomorrow, but you told me that the ingredients haven't been delivered yet?"

Old Yangtou in the wheelchair was so surprised that he could stuff a big goose egg into his mouth.

"What's going on, Mei'er? You've sent these invitations everywhere, but why haven't the ingredients for the banquet been prepared yet? What's going on with you, this..."

Yang Huamei looked at Mrs. Tan and Lao Yangtou, waved her hands and said, "Father, mother, don't worry, what I said before was a bit incomplete."

"Well, I've actually prepared some of the main ingredients for the wine."

"If we don't talk about anything else, let's talk about pork. I ordered half of the pig from Sister Sun a few days ago!"

"Firecrackers, wedding candies and so on have all been sent to the Heifeng brothers and sisters who own a grocery store in our village. They brought them here early in the morning. Look, they are all piled up in the west room!"

Yang Huamei pushed the door of the west room open a crack so that Mrs. Tan and Lao Yangtou could see what was going on inside.

Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Tan poked their heads into the west room together, and sure enough they saw three or four baskets with big red characters on them on the ground near the corner, and the baskets were covered with red cloth.

The red cloth on one of the baskets was uncovered and thrown aside.

The three of them looked at each other for a moment, and then they saw a little boy with bare feet and crotchless pants squatting on the ground, holding a handful of candies and rice cakes in each hand and stuffing them into his mouth...

"Oh, it's Zhuang Zhuang, Zhuang Zhuang is stealing something!" Tan exclaimed.

Old Yang was surprised at first, but then he laughed, pointed at the scene in the room and said: "This kid is so tough, he doesn't even know when he woke up and how much he ate.

,Ha ha……"

When Yang Huamei heard all this, all the previous things and all the emotions were swept away in an instant.

She habitually called Zhuang Zhuang's name and rushed into the west room like a gust of wind.

"Oh, my son, my treasure, my heart, my precious children and grandchildren are strong~"

"Oh yo yo, my little dear, little ancestor, what are you doing? How can you squat on the ground with bare feet?"

"What should I do if my baby catches a cold?"

"Come on, come on, grandma will pick you up, let's put on our shoes first..."

Yang Huamei sang a long line like a song, picked up Zhuang Zhuang and went straight to the bed. She grabbed the small clothes beside the bed and put it on Zhuang Zhuang. She was afraid that it would be too late or too slow to put on the clothes, and the late autumn chill would be too late.

It would be like an invisible devil, madly invading the body of her precious grandson.

Old Yangtou was still laughing at first, thinking that this boy Zhuang Zhuang was naughty and interesting.

But Yang Huamei's sudden words almost made the old man choke.

"Mei'er's words are a bit too disgusting."

The old man whispered to the old lady beside him.

Tan just curled his lips and said in a low voice to Old Yangtou: "What is this? Just keep listening, there will definitely be a big move later."

Old Yang raised his hand that was resting on the armrest of the wheelchair and waved it towards Mrs. Tan. Before he could say anything, Yang Huamei's voice sounded again in the west room.

It was probably Yang Huamei who was buttoning Zhuang Zhuang's coat. Then Zhuang Zhuang tilted his head to reach for the pastry in his hand because he was thinking about it. This posture made him very inconvenient.

So Zhuangzhuang started to twist on Yang Huamei's legs very irritably. Before he even put on his shoes, most of his body was struggling and sliding to the ground, and his toes had already reached the ground.

Yang Huamei was so nervous that she bent down to hold her eldest grandson's waist and put him back on her lap.

Probably in order to get closer to the child, she even said with a pinched tone: "Oh my goodness, I'm so cute, the ground is cold, my little feet will get cold, and the baby will get sick..."

"Come on, my dear, listen to grandma. Let's put on the little clothes and shoes, and grandma will prepare delicious food for you..."

At the door of the house, Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan looked at each other.

Old Yang shrugged his shoulders with a strange expression.

Mrs. Tan rubbed her arms vigorously, and goose bumps fell all over the ground.

"Meier, you are busy first, your father and I will go over first."

Really unable to stay here any longer, Mrs. Tan shouted into the west room, turned around and pushed the old man's wheelchair towards the door.

Yang Huamei finally raised her head. She hugged Zhuangzhuang and chased her to the door of the West House: "Father, mother, don't worry, I'll ask Xiaohei to get up and take you there."

The location of Lao Wang's house is in the south of the village, and the fifth house that the two elders want to go to is on the road at the entrance of the village. Although the distance from here is not too long, there are some potholes along the way, and there are many uphill, downhill, and narrow roads.

A corner or something like that.

Yang Huamei was not worried about the skinny Tan pushing the tall old man and the wheelchair, so she chased him a few steps to the yard and shouted towards Xiao Hei's house: "Xiao Hei, don't sleep, get up and see your father-in-law."

Procedure."

Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan also stopped in the middle of the yard. Following Yang Huamei's shout, they looked at Xiao Hei's house.

But what responded to them was the thunderous snoring behind the closed door.

The old couple looked at each other, both a little embarrassed.

Old Yang turned to Yang Huamei and said: "It's okay. The child just lay down, let him sleep..."

"That can't be done!" Yang Huamei interrupted Lao Yangtou, "I'm getting married tomorrow, where are the children? You have to get up!"

After saying that, Yang Huamei rushed to Xiao Hei's door with Zhuang Zhuang in her arms, raised her hand and patted the door.

"Xiao Hei, get up. Can't you hear me calling you? Get up!"

There was still loud snoring in the room, and it didn't stop for a moment because of the movement outside.

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Chapter completed!