Yang Hualin bent over, his eyes glanced at the meat in front of him, and poked a few times with his hand from time to time.

Yang Ruolan stood aside, covering her nose with a handkerchief.

As if he couldn't stand the fishy smell of the meat, a pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.

Compared with her, Yang Ruoqing, who has an apron tied around her waist and a boning knife in her hand, is an authentic butcher.

"Qing'er, I like butchers, butchers are the best-looking!"

Luo Fengtang suddenly leaned close to her ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Luo Fengtang.

"Did you eat honey in the morning?" She asked.

Luo Fengtang shook his head: "No."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Then how can you scrape off two taels of honey from your mouth?"

He was stunned.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

At this time, Yang Hualin's voice beside him suddenly sounded.

"Oh, the third child, that knife can't go that way, you have to pull it from here......"

Yang Ruoqing followed the prestige, and saw Yang Huazhong holding a knife in his hand, which seemed to be to cut meat for Yang Hualin.

However, Yang Hualin was not satisfied.

He gestured with his hand over the whole lean meat of the pig's hind legs.

"Your second sister-in-law and Lan'er don't eat fatty meat, you can pull all the lean meat for me." Yang Hualin said.

Yang Huazhong was in trouble.

"Second brother, the leftover pork, as well as the two families in the village, didn't come to get it."

"The lean meat on the hind legs has been pulled to you, and it's not good to leave the fat and pork skin to someone else's house......"

"Hey, why are you so brainless?" Yang Hualin said dissatisfied.

"We're brothers, this is good meat, you have to leave it to your sister-in-law for your niece!"

"Second brother, this ......"

Yang Ruoqing came over.

She stood in front of Yang Huazhong with a smile, and her eyes fell on Yang Hualin's body.

"Second uncle, dare to ask how many catties of meat you plan to weigh?" She asked.

"Twenty pounds, what's wrong?" Yang Hualin asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Fifteen wen a pound of pork belly, and twenty wen a pound of lean meat, this is the market price."

"You want all lean meat, you can, take four hundred yuan first."

She stretched out her hand towards Yang Hualin.

Yang Hualin's eyes rolled down: "Weigh the meat first, and then give the money back, your second mother is not at home today, and she doesn't know where the money has gone."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "The second uncle is a monkey spirit, I don't believe what the monkey spirit said." ”

Yang Hualin said: "Are you talking about human words?" We're all relatives......"

"Relatives?" Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"Relatives will exchange gifts with each other, and happy events will go to congratulate."

"Second uncle, you and Sister Lan'er are the first to come back to my house today, right? Say that we are relatives, hehe, who believes? I don't believe it anyway. ”

After Yang Ruoqing said this, she turned around and took the knife in Yang Huazhong's hand.

"Dad, Fang Cainiang seems to be looking for you, you go and find her, maybe something is wrong."

Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huazhong immediately understood that she was breaking the siege.

The man hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll go find you and my mother."

Yang Huazhong turned around and left, seeing that Yang Huazhong was leaving, Yang Hualin was anxious.

"Eh, this pork hasn't been weighed yet, how can you go?"

Yang Hualin wanted to stop Yang Huazhong, but was dragged by Luo Fengtang.

"Second uncle, Qing'er and I are here, what kind of meat do you want to weigh, it's the same with us......"

Yang Hualin glared at Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing: "I have money, where can't I call meat?" I don't appreciate taking care of your business, I won't buy it yet! ”

"Lan'er, let's go!"

Yang Hualin brushed his sleeves away, Yang Ruolan glared at Yang Ruoqing, and turned to follow.

The father and daughter hadn't taken two steps yet, and they just happened to meet Lao Yang Toutou.

"Second child, Lan girl, why are you here too?" Old Yang asked.

Yang Hualin was about to open his mouth, when an old woman's exclamation came from the door of the room next to him.

Everyone followed the sound and took a look, only to see Mrs. Sun standing at the door of the house with Lao Ga Po in her arms.

The cry just now came from the old Ga Po.

At this time, the old woman's eyes stared directly at Yang Ruolan in the yard in front of her, and she was so shocked that the old pine bark on her face was twitching.

"What's wrong with you, old woman?"

Old Yang Tou hurriedly asked.

He didn't sleep all night last night, and he came here today just to ask Lao Ga Po about the delivery of the mountain temple again.

Lao Ga Po didn't pay attention to Lao Yang's question, she broke free from Mrs. Sun's support, and staggered to Yang Ruolan with her little feet.

A pair of withered hands stretched out and grabbed Yang Ruolan's arm tightly.

"Is that you? Is that you? Why aren't you old? ”

Lao Ga Po was surprised and delighted, and when she asked, she was a little incoherent.

Yang Ruolan was stunned.

What the hell is this old woman talking about?

"Don't stain my clothes......"

Yang Ruolan was like a flood beast, and pulled her sleeves hard from the old Ga Po's hands.

The old Ga Po didn't stand firmly, she stumbled under her feet, and her body fell backwards and she was about to fall.

The people on the side were so frightened that they exclaimed, but no one had time to help.

A figure swept like black lightning and held the old woman steadily.

When everyone saw it, it was Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing held Lao Ga Po with one hand, and her cold gaze fell on Yang Ruolan, who was still wiping her sleeves.

"You are not a golden branch and jade leaf, you still eat and squat in the pit, why was you pulled down your sleeves by the old Ga Po?"

"Still pushing like that, at such an advanced age as Lao Ga Po, what happened when you turned around and fell, can you afford to pay for it?"

Facing Yang Ruoqing's sharp questioning, Yang Ruolan raised her head angrily.

"I don't recognize this old woman, she's so old, she can't talk well, she grabs my clothes and talks crazy......"

"Shut up!"

Yang Ruoqing snorted coldly and cut off Yang Ruolan's words.

"Do you not understand human speech or do you not know human language?"

Yang Ruoqing said sharply.

"Now, immediately, immediately, don't you pay compensation to Lao Ga Po, otherwise, don't want to get out of this courtyard door!"

With Yang Ruoqing's order, Luo Fengtang was like a wall of flesh, blocking the gate of the side courtyard.

On his face, there was a sense of indifference.

"What?"

Yang Ruolan retracted her gaze and was stunned.

Yang Hualin was also stunned.

Just as he was about to step forward, Lao Yang Tou shouted and stopped.

The old man stepped forward with a puzzled face, he first glanced at Yang Ruolan, and then looked at the old woman who was protected by Yang Ruoqing in his arms.

"Old aunt, this girl is my granddaughter, her name is Lan'er, what, do you recognize her?" The old man asked.

Lao Ga Po has been looking at Yang Ruolan, and the look on her face is also surprised and unpredictable.

At this time, when he heard Lao Yangtou's words, Lao Ga Po also recovered from the shock.

"What, this beautiful girl is your daughter?" Old Ga Po asked.

Old Yang nodded.

Lao Ga Po continued: "Oh my God, there are people who look like this in the world? Tsk, like, too similar! ”

"Like whom?" Old Yang asked after him.

Lao Ga Po said: "It's the little concubine who gave birth to a baby in the mountain temple!"