Chapter 6485: Long-winded
Sun was completely embarrassed. She sat there looking terrified and uneasy, muttering in her mouth: "If there really is a fight, what should be done? We are all relatives..."
Yang Ruoqing snorted, "Mom, why can't you change your temperament of being afraid of wolves in the front and tigers in the back? Even if you start making trouble, , that is also the quarrel between the fourth uncle and the aunt's family. They are creditors and debtors, so it is not unusual for them to have troubles. What are we afraid of?"
"I'm not afraid myself, I'm doing it for your father. It's hard to worry. He is an elder brother and he is upright. When the time comes, he will have to be involved in the matter. I feel sorry for your father!" said Sun.
It turned out that because of this concern, Yang Ruoqing felt a little better about Sun's dissatisfaction.
"Dad is also an outsider. The worst he can do is mediate with Xi Ni. What else can he do?" Yang Ruoqing said.
"Mom, don't worry too much. If the old Wang family is smart, they will naturally know how to pay back the money. If they have money, they can spend it. If they don't have money, they have to use words to pass it on. How to appease the creditors? This is their debt. The thing that Fang has to consider is not us, we are also creditors. We haven’t made any trouble yet, so this is enough to give us face.”
After Yang Ruoqing said this, she leaned back lazily in the chair behind her. .
After struggling with forty taels of silver, she took out twenty taels by herself.
With this money, even if Dabai wants to default on the debt, she is not afraid. There is no need for her to make trouble like her fourth uncle and fourth aunt.
Baimei Zhai is right there, the land and the house are all there.
It’s just a matter of saying hello to the county magistrate. The entire Baimeizhai can fall into her hands. Do you still care about the foreign debt of only twenty taels of silver?
The reason why she doesn’t pay attention to him now is because in her eyes, Dabai is just a flea and she doesn’t need to spend energy to deal with him.
After making money for a few days, being a boss for a few days, and then falling out, that is also his business. There are a lot of people in this world who pretend to be cool even if they have a little money. She would not be able to stand it. If we were to mess with them, would she still be alive?
"Mom, it's getting late and I won't keep you here. I'll take you back."
Yang Ruoqing didn't want to continue chatting with Mrs. Sun. Her intuition told her that if they continued to chat, they would just talk about leftovers. She had already said what she needed to say, and she didn't want to waste time and energy on psychological counseling with Mrs. Sun.
If you can figure something out, you can naturally figure it out. If you can't figure it out, then let's do it. Anyway, Sun's character has been with her for most of her life. This is the way of life that suits her.
Ms. Sun obviously saw that her daughter didn’t want to talk to her anymore. She smiled awkwardly, put down her tea bowl and stood up.
"Qing'er, don't think my mother is nagging me. She is a timid person who has no ability and is afraid of getting into trouble."
"Yeah, it's okay, let's go."
Yang Ruoqing helped Sun out of the house. It was windy outside, so she put her cloak on Sun's shoulders.
"Put your cloak back on. I'll pick it up again during the day tomorrow. Have a good sleep at night. Don't talk to my father about such nonsense. Remember, if the sky doesn't fall, even if it does, we will still be there. Come on, be more confident and arrogant, no one will dare to do anything to you."
At the gate of the courtyard, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but give Sun a reassurance.
Unfortunately, Sun's mouth is small, so she probably can't swallow the reassurance. This makes Yang Ruoqing quite depressed, really.
I wish I had to worry about Mrs. Sun, let her think about depression and autism, and ignore her. However, after all, it is my mother who is treating her children with all her heart and soul. Alas, she is still cruel. Don’t give up.
At night, Lao Wang's house.
The family of three had dinner with the pig head meat brought back by Dabai, and Wang Hongquan drank some wine. The atmosphere was originally very good.
But as he was eating, Wang Hongquan was suddenly surprised. He picked up something from the pig's head with his chopsticks and held it up to the lamp on the table for inspection.
“What is this?”
Wang Shuanzi and Yang Huamei also slowed down their eating speed and put their heads under the lamp to take a look.
"It's a bean sprout." Yang Huamei said. "Pork is not stewed, so why are there bean sprouts in it? How did it get in?" Wang Hongquan asked.
Yang Huamei didn’t take it seriously, and said as she shoveled the food into her mouth: “Maybe it’s braised first and then fried with bean sprouts. Isn’t that how it’s fried in restaurants?”< br>
Wang Hongquan said "Oh" without taking it seriously and continued eating.
After a while, he picked up another piece and put it under the lamp: "What is this?"
"This... looks like a piece of fish skin." Wang Shuanzi said.
"Fish skin? Shuan Zi, you are talking nonsense. How can fish skin be added to braised pork? Fish and meat cannot be cooked together!" Yang Huamei waved her chopsticks and directly denied Wang Shuanzi's words.
“It’s really fish skin, because I also ate a piece here. Look, there are still unscratched fish scales on it.” Wang Shuanzi picked up a piece from the side of his bowl and showed them , and indeed it was the fat-like area on the flank of the fish, with the white scales on it not yet scraped clean.
If this part is used for grilled fish, it is Yang Huamei’s favorite. The rolls are full of crunch, just like eating fatty meat, but not greasy.
But it’s a bit weird when it appears in braised pork head meat.
"Mei'er, couldn't this be the leftovers from the restaurant guests that Dabai scraped together and pieced together for you to bring back?" Wang Shuanzi couldn't help but raise his own question.
Yang Huamei gave him a hard look, "You're talking nonsense, how is that possible? We are his family!"
"I don't know if it's the leftovers eaten by the guests, but it's 80% It's all put together." Wang Hongquan suddenly spoke up again.
The old man used chopsticks to rummage through the braised pork head and picked out a lot of miscellaneous vegetables, including mushrooms, green vegetables, and even deep-fried sweet peanuts.
Even at the end, Wang Hongquan picked out a long silk thread from it, and it looked like it had fallen off the rag.
Wang Hongquan slapped his chopsticks on the table and turned away with an ugly expression.
Wang Shuanzi also frowned and put down his chopsticks, "This meal is inedible. What on earth is this kid doing?"
Yang Huamei looked confused.
"Is this how the pork head is cooked in the shop? Put a bunch of side dishes to add flavor and flavor?" she struggled to ask.
Wang Shuanzi looked at her and asked: "Do you believe it?"
Yang Huamei's last luck was wiped out by Wang Shuanzi's words.
She also put down the dishes and chopsticks in frustration, and sat there with her head bowed and wiping tears.
Wang Shuanzi then interrogated her: "When he was packing up the pig head meat and giving it to you, were you watching? Was it clean and untouched? Or was he putting together the leftover dishes from the guests? Yours?”
Yang Huamei thought carefully while wiping her tears. , "When the pork head meat was brought to me from the backyard kitchen, it was wrapped in oil paper. He said it was a cold stewed vegetable. You don't need to heat it when you come back. You can just open it and eat it."
"Then. That is to say, you didn't see his packing process?" Wang Shuanzi asked again.
Yang Huamei nodded.
(End of this chapter)