Ye Qingqing has not had time to come to Wushan Road these days. There is Old Lady Ye at home, and everyone's nerves are tense, especially Chen Yanhong's family of three. The old lady is 24 hours a day. Except for the eight hours she sleeps, she is cursing for the rest of her time.

Chen Yanhong went to work and scolded Ye Lan and Ye Hua. Chen Yanhong went home, and the family of three cursed them together. Sometimes he scolded Ye Qingqing a few words, but Ye Tong didn't scold a single word.

Not only did he not scold, Ye Tong's quality of life has improved significantly after the old lady came.

After the old lady came, she made all three meals a day. Chen Yanhong was not allowed to step in the kitchen door. The old lady's cooking skills were quite good, comparable to Chen Yanhong.

But... the old lady is a person who has experienced three years of natural disasters. She is more pious to food than to Bodhisattvas.

The food on the Ye family’s dining table is still rich, with meat and vegetables, but... the amount is much smaller.

Ye Zhiguo looked at the meat counted on the plate without calculating it. He could tell that the total of ten pieces of meat was smaller than the chopped red ones. One piece of meat was not enough for him to have a bite.

Except for a plate of meat, the rest are vegetables, fried dried tomatoes with red garlic, water spinach, loofah egg soup, a bowl of steamed amaranth stalks, no more or less than five bowls.

"Mom, there's no food?" Ye Zhiguo asked with a smile.

Old Mrs. Ye brought out a stack of bowls, and heard this, glared at her son, then thrust at Chen Yanhong fiercely, saying in hometown dialect: "Five bowls of vegetables are not enough? How much do you want to eat? In the past, the sunshine... you had to eat a big bowl of rice for a piece of amaranth stalk. Now there are so many dishes, you are not satisfied..."

Ye Zhiguo's head was so swollen that he said helplessly: "Mom, I mean there is too little meat and there are too many people in his family. It's not easy to eat one person!"

"I'm two, you two, Qingqing two, Xiaotong four, just right." The old lady had a plan.

Ye Zhiguo looked stunned and couldn't help asking, "My wife and Xiaohua will not eat?"

"Your wife, please feel sorry for her, so I will share her with them. As for those two oil bottles, it would be nice to have food for them. Do you still want to eat meat? If you can't eat them to death..."

Although the old lady and Ye Zhiguo spoke in hometown dialect, they were roughly similar to Pingjiang dialect. Chen Yanhong and Ye Lan could only understand it with only a little bite of their faces. Their faces looked very ugly and they almost gritted their teeth.

It’s okay to be scolded every day, but now I don’t even have to eat meat. What’s the point of living like this?

Ye Qingqing was secretly happy. The old lady actually left her two pieces. The scolding these days was not in vain. When she was in a good mood, Ye Qingqing was not as repulsive as the stinky amaranth stalk on the table.

Ye Hua didn't understand. The injury on his back healed a little. He went out to play for a while and was hungry. He stretched out his chopsticks and went to pick up the meat.

"Bang"

The old lady glared at her triangle eyes, and slapped the rice spoon on Ye Hua's hand, cursing fiercely: "What is unruly, do you still want to eat meat?"

The sunny red eyelids jumped up in waves. She suppressed her anger and swallowed her anger and said, "Mom, Xiao Hua is still growing, and she needs to supplement her nutrition."

The old lady is the meat she brought back, so why don’t she give it to her son?

The old lady laughed sinisterly, "It would be nice to give your son a full meal. At that time, as long as we had enough food to eat, we would still be tall and big, just like Zhiguo, who had meat from when he was a child. They were different from tall and big, but most women liked him!"

Ye Qingqing nodded and said, "Yes, Uncle Wang said that Dad has an aunt in the factory. He likes Dad so much and even knits knee pads for Dad!"
Chapter completed!