Liu's eloquent words undoubtedly moved Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong and his son.

"According to what the fourth family member said, life is something you live with, and feelings are something you have to live with for a long time."

"We can't just cut off this end and not dare to get married because we are worried about the original intention of the marriage. How about giving it a try?"

Old Yang tilted his head and began to discuss this meaningfully with Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong lowered his head and pondered for a moment, and finally nodded slightly and said in a rich voice: "Then give it a try!"

Mrs. Liu immediately clapped her hands and said, "Okay, there is no marriage that our old Yang family dare not get married."

"Since dad and third brother have both nodded, I will make arrangements for the two young men to meet as soon as possible."

Old Yangtou smiled kindly and specifically told Ms. Liu, "In order to take care of the woman's feelings, let them decide the place where we will meet."

"Okay!" Mrs. Liu got the explanation and went to do her work as fast as flying.

Old Yangtou picked up the tea bowl again, took a sip, and exhaled happily.

"The same rice can feed all kinds of people. Our old Yang family really needs people like your fourth younger brother and sister."

Yang Huazhong smiled in agreement, "The fourth brother and sister are not bad people and are very enthusiastic."

"I was the one who fell in love with this daughter-in-law, but your fourth brother disagreed and thought she was ugly." Recalling the past, Old Yangtou talked eloquently.

"I taught the fourth child a lesson at that time. I said all good-looking people are the same, but interesting souls can only be found in thousands."

"This daughter-in-law is ugly, to be sure, but she won't suffer any loss wherever she goes."

Regarding the topic of whether Mrs. Liu is beautiful or ugly, it is not appropriate for Yang Huazhong to discuss it. It is enough to pick up a tea bowl and drink tea and be a quiet listener.

At night, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang came to their parents' house for dinner.

Yang Huazhong discussed with Lao Yang Touna in advance and wanted to bring Mr. Tan over for a meal. He hadn't invited the old lady over for a while.

Old Yangtou didn't agree, but he didn't object either.

Since there was no objection, it was an acquiescence. Yang Huazhong was secretly grateful for the old man's open-mindedness now. He discussed with Mr. Sun that in order to avoid the embarrassment of staring at each other at the dinner table at night, he would treat Mr. Sun and Mr. Jiang as well.

Please come over as well.

Yang Ruoqing heard about this and took the initiative to pick up Tan from her old home.

Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing's swollen belly and was reluctant to let her walk that stretch of road.

Yang Ruoqing took Sun's hand and said with a sweet smile: "My belly looks scary, so it's okay to walk for such a distance. Besides, mother, please go and invite me. My mother is in the way of my father, so it might be a little awkward."

Come, I'll go and invite you, maybe you'll give me face."

Mrs. Sun thought about it. Since the old man moved into the third room, the number of visits by the old lady to the third room has obviously decreased.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, even if you pass by the door, you will not come in.

In this way, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang came to the old house together.

At the door, I happened to meet Yang Huaming, who had returned from the Taoist temple. Yang Huaming brought two stools and put them in the yard, and invited Luo Fengtang to talk together.

Yang Ruoqing came to the east room to invite Mr. Tan.

"Nai, my father's family is inviting everyone to dinner tonight. We may also discuss the marriage of my little cousin Yongqing. My parents sent me over to pick you up."

Mrs. Tan was sitting sideways by the bed, sewing a child's tiger-head shoe.

The tiger's head has been formed, and the tiger's eyes are being traced with black lines. As the black lines fill up the tiger's empty eye sockets inch by inch, the tiger gradually becomes more vivid, domineering, and cute. You can imagine what the little tiger shoes will look like when worn.

The little baby's feet are definitely cute.

Yang Ruoqing didn't ask whose child it was sewn for, and initially suspected that it was probably for the third girl.

Because the three girls came back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival last time. Although they didn't say a word, the way Liu Xueyun carefully supported her when getting on and off the carriage was like serving a porcelain doll.

It is very likely that the third girl is pregnant, and Tan has the deepest relationship with the third girl among the granddaughters, so he must have prepared the child in her belly in advance.

"You can just discuss it. What do you want me to do? I don't care about this!"

Mr. Tan continued to work hard and remained unmoved by Yang Ruoqing's invitation.

Yang Ruoqing found a stool and sat down, smiling and saying: "Mistress, how can you ignore it? That is your eldest grandson's marriage."

"Besides, the male leads the outside and the female leads the inside. You are the mistress of the inner house. You are the most senior and knowledgeable among the female relatives in our family. You have to sit down and give me some advice when appropriate!"

Blood experience has taught us that even if you are a 70-year-old lady like Ms. Tan, never say you are 'the oldest' when talking to her.

You can talk about seniority and experience, but you can't talk about age.

As for women, after the age of twenty-five, most of them want to blur the concept of age and make themselves become age-frozen goddesses.

One time, I don't know who violated Tan's taboo, and Tan gave him a good scolding.

Sure enough, when Mrs. Tan heard Yang Ruoqing's words, the corner of her mouth quietly raised a hint of pride, and she quickly pursed her lips, deliberately making herself look serious, dignified, sacred, and inviolable.

"As long as your father is here, that old guy is just a stir-up stick. He has to mix in everything, so why do you need me?" Tan curled his lips and said again.

Yang Ruoqing had long been accustomed to the old lady talking in such a shady manner, so she continued to smile and said in a good-natured manner: "My father is my father, and my mother is my mother. Without you two, there would be no lively Yang family like ours."

"So, milk, you have to go!"

Tan hummed in his nostrils, put down the little shoes in his hand, got up and walked towards the end of the bed.

After walking a few steps, he stopped again, tilted his head and looked towards Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes just happened to be chasing her, and when their eyes met, she curved her lips and smiled at Mrs. Tan.

Ms. Tan rolled her eyes, "Why are you laughing? Go wait for me outside the house."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the direction Tan was walking and guessed that the old lady wanted to pee first before going.

"Okay, then I'll go to the yard and wait for the milk."

Yang Ruoqing left the east room and thoughtfully helped Tan close the door.

In the yard, Yang Huaming and Luo Fengtang, uncle and niece, talked about some interesting topic. Yang Huaming raised his head and laughed, and while laughing, he reached out to pat Luo Fengtang on the shoulder.

Luo Fengtang also had a pleasant expression on his face, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the corners of his perfectly curved lips were filled with happiness.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming out of the east room, Luo Fengtang stood up and walked a few steps forward.

Yang Ruoqing made a stop motion towards him.

The old lady was peeing. The sound of footsteps later frightened her and caused it to smear on her pants. What should I do?

Luo Fengtang tacitly stopped where he was and waited for her.
Chapter completed!