Sun's proposal had just taken off when it was rejected by Tan.

"Don't worry, it's gone!" said Tan.

"How could it be? I was the one who cleaned up the dishes, and there were obviously two big bowls left..." Mrs. Sun said.

Mrs. Tan raised her eyelids and glanced at Mrs. Sun, twitching her lips.

"Are you quite interested in this?"

Tan said angrily.

"Yes, there are some meatballs and patties left, but we have to keep them because there is still a table of wine at night!"

Tan said.

"We've all taken it out to eat. What can we use to entertain guests at night?" asked Sun.

Mrs. Sun stopped nibbling and sat there with a frown on her face, not moving her chopsticks.

Mrs. Tan glanced at the other people on the table and said, "Just eat what's available, how can you be picky?"

Mrs. Liu was still mumbling: "Are you being stingy, mother? After all, there is a banquet at home, and we are just going to have something that no pig can eat. I won't eat it..."

"If you don't want to eat, get out!"

Mrs. Tan directly took away the bowl in front of Ms. Liu and put half of the remaining rice into her own bowl.

Mrs. Liu was startled for a moment, and tears fell down.

Yang Ruoqing frowned and watched all this.

She finally understood why Mrs. Tan was heating food in the kitchen!

I thought she felt sorry for her daughters-in-law.

It took me a long time to figure it out, but I finally came up with this plan!

She didn't want to eat the black food on this table.

Yang Ruoqing tried to stand up, but was grabbed by Mrs. Sun.

Mrs. Sun secretly shook her head at her and said in a low voice: "Qing'er, be good, listen to mother and eat quickly. We will go back when we are full."

Yang Ruoqing turned to look at Sun.

The pleading in the woman's eyes made her heart twitch.

All right!

Today is a happy day for Uncle Wu, so it is unreasonable to make trouble over such a trivial matter as eating.

When we started arguing, Mrs. Tan finally heated up six bowls of food.

She picked up the chopsticks with difficulty.

Eat, eat, and treat it as a fast.

She picked up a piece of lettuce and put it in the bowl, just about to take a bite.

Suddenly I saw a gray hair stuck to the lettuce.

At first glance, it’s Tan’s hair.

Her stomach was churning, and she quickly put the quick lettuce aside.

I'm going to grab a piece of fish head tofu again.

"Ah sneeze!"

Yang Yongqing ate a piece of dried chili pepper and sneezed loudly.

The food in her mouth, combined with the saliva and snot, spurted out like a goddess scattering flowers.

Every bowl of food on the table was served.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear it any longer and put down her chopsticks with a 'pop' sound.

"Mom, I'm full, I'm going back first!"

After saying these words, she stood up and ran out of the dining hall, covering her mouth.

Behind him, there was a crisp sound of chopsticks hitting his forehead hard.

Yang Yongqing's wails were mixed with Tan's curses.

"You are the reincarnation of a starving ghost, eating from the bowl and looking at the table, making you sneeze randomly, making you sneeze randomly..."

…

Yang Ruoqing ran back to her house in one breath. After entering, she didn't do anything but went over and poured a bowl of hot tea to rinse her mouth.

Old Yangtou has left, and Yang Huazhong is sitting alone in a wheelchair with the bowl beside him.

The man was stunned for a moment when he saw his daughter running in and pouring tea as soon as she entered.

"Why did you finish eating so quickly? Are you full?" the man asked kindly.

Yang Ruoqing wiped the water stains from the corner of her mouth, and just when she was about to speak out, footsteps came from outside the house again.

Daan and Xiaoan also ran in in a hurry.

The man was surprised: "Why are you running so fast? Xiao An, come and tell me what good food you eat?"

Xiao An made a sad face and told Yang Hua'an what happened at the dinner table.

The children of the poor become parents early.

Mo Xiaoan is only three or four years old, but he already knows a lot of things.

Little An knows how to look at adults' eyes and listen to them.

Yang Ruoqing and Daan both had a tacit understanding and did not stop Xiaoan. It was okay to let him speak.

So that men can see clearly how harsh Tan is.

Otherwise, we will continue to have illusions.

Sure enough, after listening to his youngest son's story, the smile on Yang Huazhong's face disappeared.

"The half bowl of pig's blood on one table was good, but it was robbed by my fourth cousin and my fourth aunt."

Xiao An clutched his stomach and said, "My brother and I just ate two pieces of oil, and my sister left the table without even taking a bite."

After hearing this, Yang Huazhong turned to look at Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, come here. I still have some food left in this bowl. It's all hot. You three siblings should share it quickly!"

Yang Huazhong said, uncovering the bowl that was upside down.

The three siblings gathered around.

I saw that there was still half a bowl of rice left in Yang Huazhong's bowl.

The rice head includes a meatball, a meat pie, half a piece of fish, and a small amount of fried tofu.

Xiao An swallowed.

Yang Huazhong felt even more distressed when he heard the slur.

Urging the three siblings: "Eat while it's hot!"

Yang Ruoqing was still struggling with Mrs. Tan's hair and had no appetite at all.

"My stomach is not feeling well. Da'an and Xiaoan, you guys should share the food!"

Daan and Xiaoan picked up the bowl, and the two of them sat down and ate hungrily.

After a while, Mrs. Sun also came back.

The woman's face was not very good, and she held her lower back with one hand when walking.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing hurried over to help Sun.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" she asked.

Mrs. Sun frowned slightly and said, "I was squatting down to wash the dishes just now. I'm afraid I got up a little hastily, so I twisted my waist."

After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly helped Sun to the bedside.

"Mom, lie down on the bed quickly and I'll rub it for you."

"Eh!"

Mrs. Sun did not shirk and followed her to the bed.

Yang Huazhong was sitting in a wheelchair, with an anxious look on his face, and his eyes were chasing Mrs. Sun.

"Mom, is this here?"

Yang Ruoqing asked while gently rubbing Sun's waist.

Mrs. Sun took a breath: "Uh... that's it."

"It's a little swollen. I'll take the medicinal wine and give it to my mother."
To be continued...