But when the other person was telling her all kinds of interesting things about their new child, or talking about the physical condition of the elderly at home, Yang Ruoqing usually would not interrupt the other person easily.

Most of the time, she would listen patiently to the end. Even if she couldn't listen to anything else, she would find a valid reason and leave politely, so as not to leave the other party with the illusion that she didn't care to listen.

This is the quality of life.

So at this moment, facing Yang Huamei who was talking eloquently, Yang Ruoqing listened with a smile, and occasionally interjected a few questions, which made Yang Huamei feel that Yang Ruoqing was listening carefully.

Yang Huamei was deeply grateful for Yang Ruoqing's understanding, and she also liked sharing her things in the town with her.

It wasn't until Yang Huamei felt a little tired from talking that she stopped temporarily.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing looked at Yang Huamei and said, "My aunt must have done her best to take care of her eldest grandson, otherwise the child would not have grown up so well."

"However, aunt, you also need to take care of yourself. Take a rest when you can. Don't make yourself too tired. The days are still long. Let's take our time."

These caring words not only praised the eldest grandson, but also affirmed Yang Huamei's contribution. At the same time, he also expressed his concern skillfully. In Yang Huamei's ears, it was very warm and useful.

"Qing'er, you speak nicely and my aunt will appreciate it."

Yang Huamei said with emotion, "It's not like your grandma. She also has words of concern. When they come out of her mouth, it makes people feel uncomfortable all over."

Yang Ruoqing raised her sleeves to cover her mouth and smiled softly.

This kind of evaluation has not been given to Tan by anyone.

Everyone who has dealt with Mr. Tan will say this about Mr. Tan.

He is a straightforward person, but he is not particular about his words.

"My grandma has a sharp mouth and a soft heart. She always misses you, aunt." Yang Ruoqing added.

Yang Huamei smiled and nodded: "Of course I know this, but the knife and the mouth are really unbearable..."

Next, Yang Huamei told Yang Ruoqing the words that Tan asked in the east room.

"Qing'er, listen, according to what you said, it makes it seem like I'm a doormat in Lao Wang's family! Am I that cowardly? She Hongmei doesn't even have anyone from her natal family, so she doesn't have anyone to support her.

No, why are you trying to pick on me?"

"Your mother, you look down on me too much!"

Yang Ruoqing didn't just smile at this, she just smiled.

Every family had a difficult time reciting sutras, so she came to visit just because she was tired after eating the food Wang Cuilian brought back, so she went out for a walk.

After a short walk, I arrived at Lao Wang's house. I saw the sun drying in the yard, so I stopped by to take a look. I didn't come here to listen to gossip at all.

Therefore, she would not ask a single word about Yang Huamei's life in the town. That is other people's business, whether good or bad.

But things in the world are so interesting, like Mr. Tan, who racked his brains to find out something from Yang Huamei, but Yang Huamei was so guarded that he didn't even want to say a word.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she had no interest in this aspect at all. As a result, Yang Huamei talked about this, and it was natural that she couldn't even control her desire to talk about it, so she talked to Yang Ruoqing about what happened in the town during this period.

Life.

"My Dabai is only sixteen, but now that he is a father, it is different."

"He takes care of everything in the shop, which is really different from Xiao Hei. Xiao Hei is still a child and is not sensible. He understands all aspects and does everything properly."

"As for Hongmei, to be honest Qing'er, my aunt doesn't want to see you outside. That Hongmei, although she is in her early twenties and has a baby, she is not sensible at all!"

"Aside from helping Dabai with a few calculations, she is not reliable at all when it comes to making a living!"

Yang Ruoqing didn't interrupt, she sat there quietly, smiling and listening.

"I take care of the children every day. When the children fall asleep, I have to take time to wash the clothes for the four of us."

"I had something bad happen to me for the past two days. My waist and legs were so sore that I didn't wash them. So I asked Hongmei to wash them."

"Tsk, tsk, she is so reluctant. In other people's homes, what kind of wife wouldn't take care of the family's housework while taking care of the children?"

"Does she still think she is the accountant? Even if she is not willing, I have to urge her to wash it!"

"Guess what?"

Yang Huamei seemed to be possessed by Mrs. Liu. She suddenly paused as she was talking, and deliberately gave up her words to interact with Yang Ruoqing.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing had to praise her.

So he asked: "What's going on?"

Yang Huamei originally leaned over to ask, but when Yang Ruoqing responded, she clapped her hands and leaned back, curling her lips in disgust and shock.

"The handkerchiefs used to wash her face and feet, the clothes of the two adults, her own bellyband and trousers underneath, and the eldest grandson's underwear, are all mixed together and washed!"

"I used up most of the fragrant soap. I didn't bother to dry it after washing. I piled it in a bucket and went to the abacus in a hurry."

"When I went to dry her panties, I shook them off. Ouch, the sticky stuff is still hanging on her head. It's disgusting and it hurts my eyes!"

"Forehead……"

Yang Ruoqing took a breath, this melon tasted a bit smelly.

"Auntie, you may have seen it wrong. There may be undissolved gochujang." She tried to smooth things over.

As a result, Yang Huamei waved her hands like something, "Qing'er, don't speak for her. We are all women, who didn't come from that time?"

"Is it fragrant rice noodles or those dirty things? I can't tell the difference?"

"Tell me, now that you're a mother, you can't wash those dirty things together with the children's clothes, and you're not afraid that the child won't grow taller because of the mold?"

Faced with what Yang Huamei said, Yang Ruoqing could only curl her lips.

There is no scientific basis for whether mold will cause a child to grow taller. The growth of a child is related to the skeletal line.

However, what is certain is that if Aunt Mei'er is not mistaken, Hongmei's washing method is indeed perfunctory. The tops and bottoms, underwear and outerwear, handkerchiefs and socks must at least be separated, otherwise it will be unhygienic.

Someone patted her arm gently. Yang Ruoqing saw that it was Yang Huamei, and she came over mysteriously.

"Let me tell you, Qing'er, not only on their clothes, but also on the bed where they sleep, there are a lot of sticky and dirty things."

Yang Huamei added that the mysterious look made Yang Ruoqing very surprised.

"Auntie, as a mother-in-law, why are you going to look at your son-in-law's bed?"

It’s not uncommon for a young couple to do something and not do the aftermath carefully, leaving some marks on the sheets.

The problem is that the bed is a private area, how can you as a mother-in-law look through it? This is a bit too much!

Wang Cuilian and Tuoba Xian never do this kind of thing. On the contrary, when she and Luo Fengtang are in the house, if they want to come to them for something, they will knock on the door in advance or make some noise to let the people in the house know.
Chapter completed!