Soon, Mrs. Sun made a bowl full of noodles, cut a few pieces of pork belly and braised it, and poured the meat and soup on the noodles for Old Yang to take to the house.

Old Yang was sitting on the bed with his head resting on his back. Yang Huazhong was chatting with him. Little Old Yang also came over.

Several people were talking, and old Yangtou seemed to be in a calm state. Mrs. Tan was also in the room, sitting on one side with a cane in her hand, her face tense and silent.

Mrs. Sun said hello to little old Yang Touna and delivered the noodles to him.

Pork belly is very similar, 30% lean and 70% fat, with the skin attached and cooked red with soy sauce. This is Lao Yangtou's favorite dish.

"It would be nice if I had a cup of wine." Old Yangtou said with emotion.

Yang Huazhong said: "Dad, you are still taking medicine right now. The doctor told you not to drink alcohol."

Old Yang twitched his lips: "Let me tell you, there is no need to take that medicine. It costs money and hurts the body, and it can't heal the legs. It's torture! It's better to give me wine and let me enjoy it."

It will take a few years for Qingfu to fall!"

Yang Huazhong laughed along with him, but he did not agree with what Old Yang Tou said.

"The medicine prescribed by the doctor is not only for leg treatment, but also for other aspects of conditioning. Once you finish taking this medicine, Dad, you can drink. Please bear with it for now!"

While speaking, Yang Huazhong handed the chopsticks to Lao Yangtou's hand.

Lao Yangtou had no choice but to give up, raised his chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it like glutinous rice cake.

On the side, little old Yangtou saw this and said with a smile: "Brother, even if your legs can't go to the ground, your life is really enviable!"

Old Yangtou chuckled, "What's there to envy? I envy you for being able to run and walk before it's too late!"

Little old Yang waved his hand: "Lao San and the others are filial and good to you. Look, what kind of food are you missing? There are many old men in our village who don't have enough to eat. Even the children and grandchildren at home are sick.

No treatment,”

"You know that old man Zhang, right? He caught a cold a while ago and was coughing day and night. His wife thought he was noisy, so she rushed to the woodshed long ago and didn't let him enter the main room."

"That old man Zhang died of pity. He was coughing so hard in the woodshed that no one brought him a bowl of water. He probably died of illness and no one even knew about it."

Hearing these words, Old Yangtou was shocked.

"Hey, old people are pitiful! There is no filial son in bed for a long time. I don't know how long the third child and the others can last." The old man said, and raised his eyes to Yang Huazhong.

Because little old Yang Tou was there, Yang Huazhong smiled a little awkwardly.

Little old Yangtou came to the rescue and said: "Brother, you are overthinking. Your third youngest and the others are the most filial sons, so don't worry!"

Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly.

Old Yangtou also smiled and said to Yang Huazhong: "Old man Zhang, you have to say hello to his son and wife later, but you can't care about the old man's life and death like this. You are Li Zheng of Changping Village.

We have to take care of things, but we can’t let this unfilial evil spread in our village.”

Yang Huazhong nodded again: "Don't worry, Dad, even if you don't tell me, I won't let this matter go."

…

At night, Mrs. Sun put the dinner on the table, and Yang Huazhong took Lao Yang's share to the guest room. Yang Huamei suddenly came over.

"Why are Mei'er here at this hour? Have you eaten?" asked Sun.

Before Yang Huamei had time to speak out, Mr. Tan spoke up first.

"You're asking such a question? You must have come here hungry. Anyone with a brain would think of it," she said.

Mrs. Sun blushed a little and quickly asked Yang Huamei to sit down and go get her some dishes and chopsticks.

Yang Huamei finally spoke up: "Sister-in-law, don't bother, I can't eat. I just came here to check on my parents. I have nothing else to do."

I just came back from the county hospital. I just mentioned it casually to my father, mainly because I wanted to come and see my mother.

I haven't seen my mother for more than ten days. In the past, Yang Huamei didn't have any special thoughts, but now for some reason, as she gets older, she wants to see her mother more and more.

When Mrs. Tan heard this, a loving smile appeared on her face, and she stretched out her hand in the direction of Yang Huamei, "Come, come and sit next to me."

Yang Huamei followed the instructions and came over to sit down.

Tan's fingers like dead branches caressed Yang Huamei's face inch by inch, "She has lost weight, so thin that she looks unattractive. Her eye sockets are sunken, her cheekbones are protruding, and her chin is pointed..."

Yang Huamei held Tan's hand and forced out a tired smile: "Mom, I'm not thin. I've been like this for a long time. I did it on purpose."

"Why?" Ms. Tan was puzzled, "Aren't you tired from Dabai these days?"

Yang Huamei smiled and shook her head: "It's not fashionable to be fat now. Women look better if they are thinner. I see the ladies and ladies in the county, they are so rich but they deliberately dare not eat and drink more. If they are thinner, they dress better."

"

"Nonsense!" Mrs. Tan said, "In my mother's opinion, you are still as good-looking as when you were a girl in your mother's family. You were white and fat. How happy you are. You are popular everywhere!"

Yang Huamei was ashamed.

After all, Mrs. Sun went to get the bowls and chopsticks and gave them to Yang Huamei, "Mei'er, sit down and eat something together."

"Third sister-in-law, I just told you that I can't eat it," Yang Huamei said.

It's been a very tiring period of time. With Dabai, I've experienced hope and disappointment.

Thinking about home, I felt extremely exhausted physically and mentally, but my appetite was not good at all and I didn't want to eat anything.

"Mei'er, please take a few bites by the way. I made braised pork tonight, so just treat it as eating some with my mother." Sun persuaded her again.

When Yang Huamei heard this, she had no choice but to pick up the chopsticks.

Mrs. Tan was very satisfied with this and kept adding braised pork to Yang Huamei.

"You follow your father's taste. You used to love braised pork the most. Come on, eat more. You'll grow meat after eating it."

Yang Huamei saw more and more braised pork piling up on the top of her bowl. She didn't know why, but her stomach suddenly turned upside down.

"Mom, I really can't do it anymore..." She put the bowl back on the table, covered her mouth, turned around and ran outside the main room, where she retched in darkness.

In the main room, Mrs. Tan was dumbfounded.

"This meat... is delicious. What's wrong with Mei'er?" she murmured.

Mrs. Sun said: "Perhaps her stomach is cold, so she feels nauseated after seeing oily meat. I'll go check on her."

Mrs. Sun also turned around and left the house.

After a while, he helped Yang Huamei come in. Yang Huamei covered her heart with one hand, still feeling very uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!