Yang Huamei knew that Wang Hongquan must have said this, and she was so angry that she shook her head, not wanting to say another word to the old man.

In him, she saw her original self.

Pampering your children endlessly, pampering them so much that they don't care about you, but in the end you just lift a brick and drop it on your own foot.

"Meier, please go to the main room and let me speak."

Now that Wang Shuanzi had spoken, Yang Huamei turned around and went to the main room without saying a word.

In the kitchen, Wang Shuanzi said to Wang Hongquan: "Dad, let's change places. I have some heartfelt words to say to you."

Wang Hongquan looked Wang Shuanzi up and down and smiled dryly: "Shuanzi, what's going on? Why are you so serious..."

"Dad, come on, let's go to the backyard and talk."

Wang Shuanzi turned around and left the kitchen instead of chatting with Wang Hongquan.

Wang Hongquan originally didn't want to go, but when he saw his son's frail body, he stamped his feet and followed him...

Yang Huamei didn't know what Wang Shuanzi told Wang Hongquan. They probably talked for an hour before they came back.

At this time, the dishes and chopsticks on the dining table in the main room had been cleared away, and an oil lamp was placed on the table, and the light from the oil lamp was bright.

Dabai and Xiaohei sat face to face. One had an open account book in front of him, and the other had a book issued by his husband in front of him. Yang Huamei sat in the middle, holding a large cattail leaf fan in each hand, fanning the two brothers gently.

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Not only did they fan the air above, but they also had to use the fan to pat under the table and around their legs from time to time to drive away mosquitoes.

From time to time, the eyes of the old mother turned from Dabai to Xiaohei, and then from Xiaohei back to Dabai.

Dabai put one hand on the account book, and from time to time, the other hand stretched out to the sugar-fried peanuts in the small plate next to him.

After reading these two words, I grabbed a peanut and stuffed it into my mouth, chewing it loudly.

I couldn't turn a page in the account book for a long time, but I was about to eat all the peanuts.

Yang Huamei's eyes were full of anxiety, and she wanted to help him turn a few more pages, but she resisted and turned her attention to Xiao Hei again.

Xiao Hei didn't eat the peanuts. He was writing under the lamp with a brush.

While I was writing, I was mumbling to myself.

"Xiao Hei, what are you writing? Why are you talking while writing?" Yang Huamei couldn't help but ask.

Little Black didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and said angrily: "You haven't even studied, and I tell you that you don't understand."

Yang Huamei choked, "Can you be more serious when you write?"

Opposite me, Dabai also raised his head, "That's right, it was so noisy that I even had to look at the account books!"

Xiaohei rolled his eyes at Dabai: "Our husband said that all are inferior but the only one who is good at reading is that if you die from exhaustion, you will be a bookkeeper in the future. How can you be as decent as me?"

Dabai was not happy to hear this.

Although he felt sleepy when he saw the thick account book, Dabai was angry because Xiao Hei looked down on his brother.

"Are you decent? Don't do drafts when you are bragging. You should be a scholar first before you say that!"

Xiao Hei was also annoyed and slapped the brush in his hand on the table.

The ink from the pen tip flew out and just landed on Dabai's fair face.

Dabai wiped his face and was startled when he saw the ink on his hand.

Xiao Hei pointed at Dabai and laughed so hard: "Hahaha, brother has a pockmark!"

"boom!"

Dabai threw the remaining sugar-fried peanuts in the bowl at Xiaohei.

"If I tell you to laugh, go to hell!"
Chapter completed!