Chapter 7991 Watching from the Wall
Everyone familiar with her fighting methods knows that this old lady is secretly mobilizing her troops to launch a powerful attack on the old man!
"Milk!"
"Mother!"
"Mother, don't do this!"
It was Yang Huamei's words that helped. He shouted loudly and immediately scared off Tan's thousands of troops.
Ms. Tan turned around and looked at Yang Huamei in surprise. The old lady was a little worried when her daughter shouted in a hurry.
While Tan turned around, Yang Huamei grabbed Tan's sleeve and tried to persuade her: "Mom, you are all here to accompany me to recuperate. For my sake, can you please stop making noise? "
"Your father made the noise first, it's none of my business!" Tan said angrily.
Yang Huamei glanced at Old Yangtou again. Old Yangtou also looked innocent, but he was a man after all, and in this aspect he was more magnanimous than Tan.
He just sighed and didn't argue.
Yang Huamei withdrew her gaze, and then said to Mrs. Tan: "Mom, those who talk nonsense don't have anything nice to say, but you are all the people who love me the most in the world."
"Right now I I'm sick, please don't let a few verbal arguments affect my mood of recovering from illness, okay?"
Tan gritted his teeth and frowned.
Looking carefully, the old lady’s eyes seemed a little aggrieved.
But even if she was wronged, she would not cry and tell her grievances. She stiffened her neck, turned her face to one side, and snorted heavily in her nostrils.
Everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.
This snort was Tan’s compromise in disguise.
At the table, Yang Huazhong glanced at the sky outside, stood up and said, "The rain has almost stopped. Dad, it's time for us to go back and see Mei'er another day."
This It's a place of right and wrong, and it's easy for old couples to get into fights if they get together, so it's better to separate.
"Dad, you might as well go back, my mother and Lian'er are making buns at home!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Yang Huazhong nodded: "Okay, I'll go back and help chop the fillings."
In the past, when Yang Huazhong's legs were not injured, he would chop the fillings when making meat buns at home.
If you are making beef buns or beef meatballs, you need to make them by hand.
The beef fillings made by the man’s strength and hand-beating make the fillings and meatballs very elastic.
Of course, this word is Yang Ruoqing's understanding, and in their words, it sounds awkward.
After Yang Huazhong pushed Lao Yangtou and left, the only three people left in the room were Tan's mother and daughter, Yang Huamei, and Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Huamei let go of Tan's sleeves and leaned back. After trying to persuade her to fight, Yang Huamei's body seemed a little tense.
Lying there, sweating on his forehead.
Tan originally wanted to complain a few words, but when she saw this, she suddenly became nervous.
"Mei'er, why are you sweating? Why don't you feel comfortable?"
At the same time, the old lady urged Yang Ruoqing: "Don't just sit there stupidly, hurry up and see what your aunt is doing." What's up!"
Yang Ruoqing held down Yang Huamei's wrist, then stopped her hand and said to Mrs. Tan: "My aunt is angry because of you. You quarreled with my father and let my aunt worry about your love. The condition relapses when the mood fluctuates."
Tan subconsciously retorted: "What? It's not me who wants to argue, it's that old guy..."
"Look at you, mom. How can you accompany a patient with such a bad temper? The patient just needs to cultivate his character and be pure. If you do this again, we will take you away and you will not be allowed to stay here!”
Yang Ruoqing deliberately lowered her face and warned her. The most important thing was that Tan was worried about Yang Huamei, which made her hold back all her retorts.
The old lady sat on the edge of the bed with her head drooped, tightly holding Yang Huamei's hand outside the quilt, her facial features wrinkled together with worry.
Yang Ruoqing took out a bag of things and put it next to the pillow. "Auntie, keep this pack of donkey-hide gelatin. It will replenish qi and blood. It will be good for your body."
Yang Huamei nodded with a weak smile, "Dabai also brought a lot of things back, Qingqing Why are you spending so much money?”
The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled up, "Dabai is Dabai, that's what I want."
Speaking of Dabai, Yang Ruoqing subconsciously turned her head to look at the door.
She came here with her fourth aunt earlier, and her fourth aunt chased Dabai into the kitchen to eat and drink. It has been a while, why haven't they come back yet?
Just as I was thinking this, the sound of footsteps came.
Ms. Liu and Dabai entered the house one after another. Ms. Liu was smiling and looking satisfied, with half a red bean still stuck to her chin.
"Mei'er, your Dabai is so filial. I brought you such delicious food. You have a filial son!" Arrived at the bedside.
Yang Ruoqing and Tan went to see Mr. Liu at the same time, and they both thought of a sentence in their minds:
The hands that take others are short, and the mouth that eats them is short.
Mr. Tan gave Mr. Liu a look: "What you eat is wolfberry and red bean porridge, but what you say is flattery!"
Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and smiled.
Yang Huamei also smiled.
Ms. Liu was startled for a moment and her face turned slightly red, but this did not affect her speech at all.
“When someone gives me food, why can’t I ask for a few nice words? I don’t want some people to pick up their bowls to eat and then put down their bowls to curse. That’s called a wolf-hearted thing.”
Tan suddenly thought of the quarrel between her and Liu two days ago, and Liu also said this.
So when I heard Mrs. Liu say this again, I subconsciously felt that Mrs. Liu was beating me up again.
Ms. Tan patted the stool and was about to lift it up again. Yang Ruoqing coughed heavily.
"Milk, my aunt's sweating has just subsided."
Tan froze for a moment.
She looked at the pale Yang Huamei lying on the bed, and then at the sullen Mr. Liu, and gritted her teeth, "I'm the only eyesore here, so I'm going to squat in the toilet!"
The old lady went out in anger.
Yang Huamei sighed softly and said to Yang Ruoqing: "This morning, there has been so much noise that I have never heard of it. I guess this temper will be hard to change when I am a hundred years old."
Yang Ruoqing smiled. , "The mouth of the knife has the heart of tofu."
Ms. Liu found a stool Sitting down, he burped and said to Yang Huamei: "I asked Dabai in the kitchen earlier. Dabai is so sensible. He brought you so many good things to nourish you."
When Yang Huamei mentioned Dabai, Yang Huamei's eyes were filled with tears. It was a smile, and his eyes fell on Dabai who had been standing at the table.
Dabai was pouring tea when he came over with two bowls of tea, one for Liu and one for Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing and Liu both accepted the tea.
Dabai came to Yang Huamei again and asked Yang Huamei warmly: "Mom, I bought meat bones and killed a chicken. What do you want to eat at noon?"
Yang Huamei The relief in his eyes was even greater, "Anything is fine."
Dabai nodded, "Okay, let's make chicken soup, I'll fix it right away."
Dabai did not stay in the room longer and went to work instead. In the west room, Mrs. Liu said to Yang Huamei: "Mei'er, I asked Dabai in the kitchen earlier and he made some arrangements for the shop. These two Tian will stay at home to serve you!”
< br>"Hey, even if your daughter-in-law Hongmei is not very good, but you have a good son, look, she is both a son and a daughter, you are still lucky."
(End of this chapter) )