Chapter 9249: Grandfather and grandson eat together
Xiao Hei only dared to show off with words, but Yang Huamei really wanted to chase him and fight him, so he gave up.
With his hands protecting his head at the moment, he could only run.
One of the two women ran and the other chased, causing a great commotion in the main room. In this chaos, not only Xiao Hei's own watermelon porridge was thrown in his face by Yang Huamei, but even the watermelon porridge in the bowl in front of Zhuang Zhuang was knocked to the ground.
Zhuang Zhuang looked at the scene in front of him, looking at the watermelon porridge and the broken bowl on the ground, and the little guy cried at the top of his voice.
Because he couldn't speak, his cries sounded weird, like sobbing and choking. The vague sound was pulling in the windpipe, as if an invisible hand was holding his strong neck.
Tightening and loosening, switching back and forth, controlling the cry.
When Yang Huamei heard her precious grandson crying, she panicked, and naturally her pace of chasing Xiao Hei slowed down.
Xiao Hei took advantage of Yang Huamei's distraction and rushed to the yard.
Yang Huamei threw the feather duster in her hand, pointed at Xiao Hei's running back and yelled: "Bastard, this is my home, you can't even try to kick me out! Get out, get out!"
Xiao Hei rushed out of the courtyard, his head stuck out of the courtyard wall, and shouted at Yang Huamei: "Then I will become the son-in-law of the old Xu family! I left and will never come back!"
Yang Huamei chased after him When she got to the yard, her eyes were red, and there was a voice in her heart screaming, if she caught Xiao Hei this time, she would have to press the rabbit to the ground and strangle him to death. It would be like one less child!
However, when she chased her to the door of the yard, Xiao Hei had already disappeared.
"You bastard, you are running out even though it is almost dark, you are not a thing!" Yang Huamei spat twice more in the direction where Xiao Hei ran away, and then quickly returned to the main room.
In the main room at this time, the eldest grandson Zhuangzhuang had stopped crying. The little guy was squatting on the ground, grabbing the watermelon porridge that had spilled on the ground and stuffing it into his mouth.
"Oh my god, I can't eat, I can't eat!"
He shouted in his mouth, and rushed to Zhuang Zhuang like a gust of wind at his feet, picked him up from the ground and put him aside.
At the same time, he went to wipe off the watermelon porridge on his chubby fingers.
Zhuang Zhuang was very unhappy and struggled to get down in Yang Huamei's arms. He pointed at the puddle of watermelon porridge on the ground and screamed anxiously.
"Baby, that porridge is dirty. You can't eat it. Your stomach hurts after eating it..."
Yang Huamei hugged her eldest grandson tightly and coaxed her patiently.
Not to mention that this child is a deaf-mute child and cannot hear. Even if he can hear, he still cannot understand it at his age of one year!
So Yang Huamei basically played the harp to an ox, and ignored the ox. Zhuang Zhuang struggled to survive just to go to the ground to grab the watermelon porridge on the ground to eat.
Finally, his wish did not come true, and he started to grin and make weird crying sounds again.
Yang Huamei was so upset that her head and face were covered in hot sweat, and her hair was sticky against her cheeks.
Big beads of sweat dripped from the tip of her nose, and Zhuangzhuang was not much better. His face was red from crying and his clothes were soaked.
"Okay, okay, grandma will take you to find watermelon porridge to eat, don't cry, don't cry!"
Yang Huamei had no choice, found a cattail leaf fan to cover Zhuang Zhuang's head, and held it with one hand Then, he locked the door and hurried to Lao Luo's house at the entrance of the village.
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The old Luo family.
In summer, dinner should be eaten as early as possible. The longer it is postponed, the more inconvenient it will be. There will be mosquitoes everywhere around your feet.
Of course, this is also limited to families with good conditions. For those with poor conditions, they have to work in the fields day and night, sweating profusely.
At this moment in the Luo family, the sun has set, and there is a red cloud on the horizon, as if it is on fire.
In the main room of the Luo family, everyone is having dinner.
There are still two bowls of watermelon porridge and two bowls of white rice left at noon. So at night, Yang Ruoqing made egg fried rice from two bowls of white rice and put it in a big bowl.
The remaining two bowls of porridge were also brought to the table. I cooked a few salted duck eggs, a few corns, a plate of pickles, and fried a shrimp and egg for the two children alone.
A simple but sumptuous dinner was ready. Everyone was sitting on their own special stools, with a scarf hanging under their neck, and their little eyes curiously looked at the porridge on the table. Rice, one dish at a time.
Seeing the excitement, he would kick his round little feet hard a few times and make a sound of "Uh-huh" from his mouth.
"It seems that I want to eat watermelon porridge." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Uncle, aunt, there is also a bowl of watermelon porridge. Look who eats it. This bowl is enough for Tuan Yuan Yuan to die."
Yang Ruoqing took two small wooden bowls and spoons and prepared to give them to the two The little ones share watermelon porridge.
Tiejiang Luo glanced at Wang Cuilian: "You can eat, I'll just take a few bites of egg fried rice."
Wang Cuilian said: "I ate several bowls of watermelon porridge at noon, and this bowl at night You eat it.”
Tiejiang Luo shook his head: “Then Qing’er eats it.”
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "The bowl of watermelon porridge is still being pushed around like this. I will eat half a bowl of egg fried rice later. I can't eat it in the hot weather."
So, the bowl of watermelon porridge was finally decided. The blacksmith eats.
At this moment, Yang Huamei entered the Luo family courtyard holding Zhuangzhuang, who was crying strangely.
Yang Ruoqing was still sitting there steadily sharing watermelon porridge with Tuanyuan, but she just glanced at the door of the courtyard and said hello.
Wang Cuilian put down her chopsticks and stood up: "Mei'er, Zhuangzhuang, what's going on? Why are you crying like this?"
Yang Huamei's face was full of embarrassment. She hugged Zhuangzhuang and ran straight to the table. While scanning the table with her eyes, she couldn't hide her intention:
"Sister-in-law Cuilian, Qing'er, I'm so sorry. I brought Zhuangzhuang here specifically to ask for watermelon porridge.”
Begging for watermelon porridge?
Wang Cuilian was puzzled for a moment and looked at Yang Ruoqing.
"Qing'er, didn't you send watermelon porridge to your aunt's family in the afternoon? Did you miss it?" Wang Cuilian asked.
Yang Ruoqing said: "How could I miss it? It's a big bowl full. It can be divided into two rice bowls when poured out."
Yang Huamei also quickly shook her head and said: "Qing'er gave me watermelon porridge, no Missed it.”
“My watermelon porridge was accidentally spilled and I couldn’t eat it. After eating enough, let’s make some noise at home.”
“I have no choice but to take him and shamelessly come to try my luck. Is there anything left?”
Wang Cuilian smiled: “ Hey, it’s just a little bit of watermelon porridge, it’s not like a dragon’s liver and a phoenix’s gallbladder. See how serious you say it is.”
"Come on, come on, sit down quickly, there is still a bowl of porridge!"
Following Wang Cuilian's words, Blacksmith Luo quickly pushed the watermelon porridge in front of him back to the middle of the table, and said: "I haven't finished it yet. The chopsticks are clean, Mei'er, take them to feed the baby!"
Yang Huamei glanced at the rice bowl in front of Blacksmith Luo, which was a flat bowl.
"Brother Blacksmith, my Zhuangzhuang has a small appetite and can't eat that much. Just give him a few mouthfuls to satisfy his wishes."
(End of Chapter)