Chapter 5912 Old Bastard
No matter how Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou pressed, Yang Huaming would not let go even after being beaten to death.
I only repeat one sentence back and forth: "I can't tell clearly for a while, and you don't believe me even if I tell you. We'll bet ten cents whether it's a mule or a horse. We'll know tomorrow!"
< br>The next day, the three Yang brothers met at Yang Huazhong's house after breakfast and headed to the new house at the entrance of the village together.
In the yard, Yu’s mother was cleaning the yard, and black smoke was still rising from the chimney of the kitchen behind her.
After sweeping a few times, Mother Yu put down the broom and went back to the stove to open the lid of the pot, use a spatula to push a few handfuls of vegetable porridge in the pot, then put the lid back on, threw a handful of firewood into the stove, and continued to simmer. People also returned to the yard and continued cleaning.
"Sister Chang'e, you are tired. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Old Yangtou sat under the eaves with bright eyes.
Mom Yu shook her head: "I'm not tired, this is my job."
She turned her back and continued to sweep.
The wheels of the wheelchair were squeaking and approaching her.
A bowl of tea was delivered to her. The person who delivered the tea was smiling: "Come on, sister Chang'e, have a sip of tea. Look at you. You are sweating profusely."
Look at him. In this posture, if I hadn't been unable to stand up, I would have reached out to wipe Yu's mother's sweat.
Yu Mu would definitely not accept this bowl of tea, let alone let Old Yangtou’s hand touch her. She took a few steps back to distance herself, holding the broom tightly in her hand. A look of caution.
“Brother Yang, I’m not thirsty, you can drink it yourself.”
"Why aren't you thirsty? It's summer, and it's getting hot and stuffy in the morning..." There was no discomfort on Lao Yangtou's face, and his tone of voice was like gossiping.
“Hey, did you watch me take a sip? Haha, it’s okay, I just have weak legs and feet, but my body is still strong and I’m not sick. Come on, take a sip, bro. The tea specially reserved for you..."
The tea bowl was handed over again.
Mother Yu felt a little bored and forced a forced smile: "I don't dare to dislike you. It's because I'm sick myself and I'm afraid that I'll give it to you if I get over it."
"Ah. ?” Old Yang looked at Yu’s mother up and down with his eyes wide open: “Sister Chang’e, what’s wrong with you?”
Yu's mother couldn't make it up anymore, so she could only frown and said: "Brother Yang, we are already a lot of people. Everyone calls me Xingkui Niang. You should also change your name. Don't call me sister Chang'e, sister Chang'e." , that’s what a little girl calls her, and it’s not suitable for my old woman.”
The smile on Lao Yangtou’s face softened a bit, his eyes darkened, and he stared at Yu’s mother in front of him.
"Even if you are a hundred years old, in front of me, you are still a girl..."
"Others cannot call you by your given name, but I can."
Mother Yu shook her head, with a look of helplessness on her face, "...the porridge is going to be mushy, I'm going to the kitchen."
She entered the kitchen with some panic.
Old Yang poked his head to look at the kitchen, "Bang!"
Mother Yu slammed the kitchen door shut.
Old Yang touched his nose and smiled innocently. He still had the same temper as when he was a girl at home. He was annoyed and didn't dare to express it because of his face, so he just held it in... Interesting.
Mother Yu made the old man find it interesting, and the old man also made the three Yang Huazhong brothers outside the yard find it interesting.
"Third brother, fifth brother, don't forget the ten cents bet!"
Yang Huaming grinned, his eyes meaningful.
Yang Huazhong had a gloomy face and felt inexplicably irritable.
Yang Huazhou had a head full of dark streaks. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, he really wouldn’t have believed that an old man in his seventies had tricked an old woman in her sixties into his home. It was just for teasing!
"There...isn't there any misunderstanding here?" Yang Huazhou muttered, really hoping that he had heard or read wrong.
Yang Huaming sneered, "Heroes don't care about their way out, and gangsters don't care about their age. Dad, people are old at heart!" Yang Huazhou blushed, and he was really worried for the old man!
Yang Huazhong glanced at the two of them and said in a deep voice: "Stop talking, go in first."
"Dad, your sons are here to see you. La!"
Yang Huaming walked into the yard leisurely with a piece of grass picked up by the roadside in his mouth, followed by Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou with sullen faces.
When Old Yangtou saw the three of them coming over, there was no expression of surprise on his face.
"Sons? Humph, I'll be thankful if you bastards don't make me mad to death!"
Old Yang turned his wheelchair around and planned to go to the backyard.
It’s not good to see these bastards, especially now that Chang’e’s sister lives in this yard.
Yang Huaming was the first to stop him: "Why do you want to leave as soon as we meet? You don't even dare to tell us. What bad thing have you done?"
Old Yang raised his head and glared at Yang Huaming: "Pull your little bitch by the balls. I am upright and aboveboard."
Yang Huaming still smiled, glanced towards the kitchen, and held on with both hands. The armrest of the wheelchair leaned down and whispered: "Dad, we are all men, I can tell what you are thinking at a glance."< br>
Lao Yangtou's face suddenly fluctuated, his eyes widened: "You..."
Yang Huaming pinched the old man's fingers: "Dad, hold on, don't get excited, don't want to If you're embarrassed in front of the one you love, just go to the house and talk to us."
"You..."
"I'm a bastard!" Yang Huaming stared at Old Yangtou with a smile: "Dad, you want to say this, right? Hehe, I said it for you."
Old Yangtou's face turned red and he gritted his teeth: " You little bastard!"
"I was born by you, so you are the old bastard." Yang Huaming said.
Lao Yangtou was so angry that his eyes turned white one after another.
Yang Huaming liked to see Old Yangtou's expression very much. The more the old man rolled his eyes, the more he felt a sense of accomplishment.
The last time the third daughter got engaged, he was drunk and didn't come over, otherwise the third brother and the fifth brother wouldn't have been able to quarrel with an old man even if they were stacked on top of each other.
Yang Huazhong walked over, and Yang Huaming stepped aside automatically.
Yang Huazhong said to Lao Yangtou: "Dad, let's go into the house and let us have a few words!"
Lao Yangtou narrowed his eyes at Yang Huazhong and hesitated.
The kitchen door creaked open.
Mother Yu came out with a tray on which were two bowls of freshly cooked vegetable porridge.
Seeing the three brothers in the yard and Lao Yangtou, who was surrounded by the three brothers, Mother Yu was startled.
Yang Huazhong and his three brothers nodded to Mother Yu’s calm smile. Yang Huazhong said, “I heard that Xingkui is ill. Let’s come over to see him.”
Mother Yu When he came back to his senses, he was a little flattered.
"...I'm sorry for you. I'm still thinking about my family's Xingkui's illness. He's much better. I'm about to send him some porridge."
"By the way, there is also Brother Yang's porridge. Look at this..."
"My dad is afraid of burning it. Auntie, please put his porridge over there to dry for a while."
>"Huh? Oh..."
Mom Yu turned around and returned to the kitchen with the tray.
(End of this chapter)