Chapter 7038 Hungry
Yang Ruoqing's careful interpretation of the meaning of Yang Huazhong's words made Sun completely understand.
"If that's the case, then I'm relieved. I really need to ask the He family about their intentions first." said Sun.
Yang Ruoqing nodded happily.
The aroma gradually wafted out of the pot, and Yang Ruoqing couldn't help it, so she picked up a shrimp and siomai with chopsticks and ate it while blowing it.
"Mom, you brought the milk back to the old house yesterday. Did the milk stop making trouble?"
When the Tan family was mentioned, the Sun family stopped laughing.
“You didn’t make any fuss with me and your father, but I am really angry with your fifth uncle and fifth aunt.”
“How can a dying old man still have such a bad temper? ?" Yang Ruoqing was very confused.
“If I were another old lady, she would have already cultivated her moral character at this age, but my milk is good and I won’t stop.”
"Qing'er, don't talk about your breasts..." Mrs. Sun said, suddenly thinking of something, her face changed slightly, and she stopped talking.
"Mom, can I give you a piece of advice?" Yang Ruoqing ate the shrimp shaomai in her hands, wiped her mouth and asked Sun.
Sun was stunned for a moment: "What's your opinion?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, if you have anything to say or ask in the future, just be more decisive."
“What I hate the most is seeing you hesitating and hesitating, as if you are suffering from angina when you are constipated!”
Yang Ruoqing's description was a bit strong, but the feeling of discomfort all over her body was fully expressed.
Sun was very embarrassed.
"I, I..."
"Hey, here we go again." Yang Ruoqing shrugged, feeling helpless.
Ms. Sun took a deep breath, smiled flatteringly at her, and finally said what was on her lips: "Qing'er, I seem to have seen a ghost this morning."
Nani?
Yang Ruoqing was like a cat. The vertical pupils that were originally a line immediately expanded into a black circle with a full moon.
"What a ghost? Where did you see it? What time in the morning? Were you alone at that time? How many ghosts? What do they look like? Are you sure you are not dazzled?"
Seven Questions of the Soul directly dumped When I went out, I asked whether Sun's CPU was stuck.
"When the sky was bright, I just walked out of the house and walked towards the corner of the main room. Three black figures flashed past. Your father and the others hadn't gotten up yet..."
"Is that so?"
Yang Ruoqing pinched her chin and looked at Sun, "Mom, are you sure you saw it right?"
Sun shook her head, "Your father must say that I was dazzled and saw it wrong. Yes, they said it was the shadow of a tree, but where are the trees planted in that corner of our house?”
The child’s father gritted his teeth and said it was the shadow of a tree, and she didn’t want to argue. He must be afraid that she would cause more trouble if she took it seriously. of panic.
He meant well, and she accepted his kindness and pretended to be really convinced.
"My dad... haha, my lying skills need to be improved." Yang Ruoqing laughed dryly at this.
"Three black shadows? Are there three at once? Is this a group purchase or a market?"
Yang Ruoqing muttered in her heart at the same time.
"Two tall and one short." Sun suddenly whispered again.
"Two tall ones, with long and pointed heads, like, like..."
Sun was stuck again, racking her brains.
Yang Ruoqing: "It's like wearing a tall hat?"
Sun: "Yes, yes, it's true." Yang Ruoqing suddenly stopped talking, but the expression on her face was Apparently he had guessed something.
"Qinger, you..."
"Mom, could it be my uncle Shuanzi who is here?" She also asked in a lowered voice.
It’s really strange in this house.
Yang Huazhong dislikes people talking about ghosts and ghosts the most, but he himself believes in gods and Buddhas very much. During the New Year and festivals, in addition to worshiping his ancestors, his family’s Kitchen God, Guanyin Empress Xiang, and even Feng’er Fuwa lying in bed when he was a child He would worship the 'Mengga Po' in the cradle.
They care about the sense of ceremony very much, but avoid talking about it, so Yang Ruoqing and Sun's mother and daughter can only discuss it quietly in the kitchen, afraid to be heard by Yang Huazhong outside.
"Qing'er, you and I wanted to go together, but I told your father that your father was very unhappy that I was talking nonsense, saying that your uncle would only go to Lao Wang's house if he came back to life. It's impossible. Come to our house.”
"Those two tall ones look like ghosts. Maybe Uncle Shuanzi is worried about my aunt and the others, and wants to ask my father to take care of them more in the future, so it's possible that he made a special trip here to take a look around."
Sun nodded, "I think so too, But your father doesn't believe it..."
"Don't worry, mom, my father says he doesn't believe it, but he actually believes it in his heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't cook breakfast with you here. This is because he is worried that you will be afraid. You’re here to keep me company!”
When it comes to this, Mr. Sun also agrees.
“Your father is good to me.”
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "My father is a straight man, but he loves my mother very much in his heart, but he is not very good at expressing it with his mouth."
"The more he talks about it, the more outrageous it becomes." Ms. Sun blushed.
"Qing'er, look at what happened this morning...should we do something?" Sun asked again.
Following the usual rules, I have to burn some incense paper or something as a gift.
But this time Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "My uncle will leave after reading this. We don't have to do anything. We just need to keep an eye on my aunt's side and help if we can."
Mrs. Sun sighed: "Hey, that's all we can do."
"There is some movement here, but I don't know if there is anything happening over there with your aunt." Mrs. Sun added.
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "Maybe there is, but even if it is movement, it should be the kind that makes you unable to tell the truth from the truth."
If it is true. In fact, the rules of this world are all messed up, and there must be an insurmountable gap between Yin and Yang.
"Mom, I seem to smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. Are you roasting sweet potatoes?"
Suddenly, Yang Ruoqing sniffed her nose hard and asked.
Sun was stunned, "Oh, I almost forgot about this. I baked it. I baked several sticks. I originally planned to give them to the children."
Mrs. Sun then found an iron rake and squatted at the mouth of the stove to pull out the sweet potatoes.
Yang Ruoqing waited and stared at the side, counting in her heart: one, two, three, four.
Feng'er, Fuwa and Luo Baobao each have one stick, and there is still one left.
"Mom, I am also your child, let me eat one first."
Yang Ruoqing giggled, her mouth watering at the smell of roasted sweet potatoes.
Sun Shi was happy, "You will be my child when you are a hundred years old. This roasted sweet potato is not a rare thing. You can eat it if you like, and my mother will bake it for you later."
< br>"Hee hee, thank you mother, it's great to have a mother's child, like a treasure."
"Poor." Mrs. Sun said with a smile.
"You eat first, and when you're done, take them to Feng'er, Fuwa and the baby." Mrs. Sun warned again.
“Okay.”
The sweet potatoes that have just come out of the stove are so hot, the outer skin is roasted purple and black, wrinkled and shrunken.
(End of this chapter)