Hearing the discussions of the women around him, Yang Ruohe became even more annoyed and frowned tightly.

"How can I talk to my mother and make you talk all over the place?" she said.

Then, holding Feifei in his arms who was still shivering with fear, he said, "My Feifei is a rare breed. How can it be compared to those native dogs of yours!"

These words were like a stone thrown into the water, arousing even more dissatisfaction among the women.

"Why is this He'er talking? She is such a big girl, how can she talk like a child?"

"That's right, no matter what breed of dog, they are all dogs. Besides, she herself is not a golden person..."

The sound of discussion reached Yang Ruoqing's ears. She shook her head secretly and walked over.

"He'er, stop acting like a child!"

Although her words were as gentle as a sister's, there was suppressed anger flashing through Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

"Today is a good day for my grandpa, you are not allowed to mess around anymore."

She looked down at Yang Ruohe and said in a deep voice again.

Yang Ruohe raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ruoqing in front of him, obviously frightened by the warning look in her eyes.

I wanted to defend myself, but I didn't dare. I bit my lip and stood there holding Feifei tightly.

Yang Ruoqing stretched out her hand: "Give Feifei to me. You sit down and eat by yourself. I'll have someone take him to the backyard to eat. Dogs are not allowed in the lobby. This is the rule of the restaurant."

The implication is that you have already committed a violation. If you don’t repent...

Yang Ruohe was not stupid and understood the meaning of Yang Ruoqing's words.

She still hugged Feifei tightly and said to Yang Ruoqing: "I'm full. I want to take it to the backyard to eat by myself. I don't worry about others taking it there."

Yang Ruoqing secretly rolled her eyes.

This girl is really no ordinary precious dog. Are you afraid that someone will take advantage of Feifei and rob her of her wealth?

"Okay, come with me."

Yang Ruoqing said, and then took Yang Ruohe and Feifei to the backyard.

Here, Mrs. Sun, Cao Bamei and others hurried over to deal with the aftermath, waiting for the women to eat, pretending that nothing happened.

Mrs. Liu sat there, the anger on her face still not completely dissipated, and she lost her appetite even with the whole plate of big chicken drumsticks in front of her.

"Fourth Aunt, why don't you eat?" Cao Bamei asked in a low voice.

Mrs. Liu raised her hand to caress her chest: "I'm so full of anger from that dead girl He'er that I can't eat anymore."

Cao Bamei turned her head and suppressed her laughter.

When he turned around, he persuaded her nicely: "He'er is still young and not sensible. You are her biological mother, so don't argue with your daughter."

Mrs. Liu said: "Your advice is simple. If your embroidery family treats you like this in public in the future, it will depend on whether you are popular or not."

Cao Bamei was startled for a moment, then smiled.

"Qing'er once said that parents are the best teachers for their children. I believe my family can't do embroidery."

After saying this, Cao Bamei stopped trying to persuade Mrs. Liu and got up and went back to her table to eat.

Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes at these words and couldn't even lift her chopsticks.

backyard.

Just as Yang Ruoqing brought Yang Ruohe over, Yang Huaming chased her from behind.

"stop!"

He growled lowly.

Yang Ruoqing paused, turned around, looked at Yang Huaming, and stood aside knowingly.

Yang Huaming came to Yang Ruohe and looked at Yang Ruohe with a frown: "What happened in the main room just now? Why are you, the older you are, the less sensible you are?"

"In front of so many people, you contradict your mother because of a dog? Do you still understand the truth?"

Yang Huaming pointed at Yang Ruohe's nose and scolded him.

The training made Yang Ruohe burst into tears, and she stepped back, but her neck clenched in dissatisfaction.

"Why am I so ignorant? Didn't I just defend Feifei a little more?"

"My mother hit Feifei on the head with a chewed chicken leg in front of so many people. Is this reasonable?"

Hearing Yang Ruohe's argument, Yang Huaming was startled.

"You dare to argue when I lecture you? I'm looking for a beating!"

He raised his hand angrily and slapped him in the air. After all, he still couldn't bear to hit him seriously.

"Dog, dog, I hug this beast every day, I lost this beast!"

Yang Huaming snatched Feifei from Yang Ruohe's arms, turned around and strode towards the back door of the backyard.

Yang Ruohe panicked and followed behind, crying and shouting. He ran too fast and kicked something on the ground, causing him to fall to the ground.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't stand it anymore and went over to pull her up.

However, Yang Ruohe grabbed Yang Ruoqing's sleeve with her backhand, like a drowning person grabbing a floating board floating by.

"Sister Qing'er, please go and persuade my father. He wants to throw Feifei away, wuwuwu..."

Seeing Yang Ruohe's appearance, Yang Ruoqing was really bored.

If it were anywhere else, she would definitely not care about this matter and just be a freeloader.

But this was in a restaurant, and it was Ga Gong’s birthday party, so it would be bad if it caused a big fuss.

"Okay, I'm going to persuade Fourth Uncle to bring Feifei back, but from now on, if you wipe away my tears and let me see you crying and getting emotional at my grandpa's birthday banquet, I will kill you directly

Throw it out with Feifei!"

After giving Yang Ruohe this warning, Yang Ruoqing quickly went after Yang Hua.

…

With Yang Ruoqing's mediation, Yang Huaming finally returned Feifei to Yang Ruohe.

Yang Ruohe hugged Feifei and ran away in a flash.

Here, Yang Huaming was panting with anger, his chest rising and falling.

"This is your grandpa's birthday. Everything must go smoothly. When I return to the village, I have to settle this account with that dead girl!"

Yang Huaming held on to the wall of the backyard and said angrily.

Yang Ruoqing sighed and shook her head.

"Fourth uncle, don't be too serious. He'er, you are a daughter, not an enemy. What's the matter?"

"Besides, she is still young and ignorant, etc..."

"You are already thirteen, are you still young?" Yang Huaming asked.

"If I remember correctly, when you were thirteen years old, you had already started making tofu to support your family. Do you want to look at her again? Hey!" Yang Huaming shook his head in disappointment.

Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly and said: "The children of the poor have long been the masters. Wasn't I forced by life at that time?"

"Now, He'er's condition is better than mine, so naturally she doesn't have to be like me. This is her blessing," she said.

He said this just to comfort Yang Huaming.

In her heart, Yang Ruoqing didn't think so.

It is a good thing for the future to come out earlier to experience. This has nothing to do with the quality of your family.

Moreover, those who are the direct descendants of wealthy families have to go through hardships that their peers do not have since childhood.

This will help you take over the real power of the family in the future and support the entire family.

Let alone the royal family.

I heard that Lord Yun, the God of War, also known as Qi Xingyun, went to the battlefield at the age of ten, starting from the most ordinary soldier.
Chapter completed!