Ye Qingqing didn't have time to come to Wushan Road these few days. With the old lady Ye at home, everyone's nerves were tense, especially Shen Yanhong's family of three. The old lady was twenty-four hours a day, except for eight hours of sleep. Besides, the rest of the time is swearing.

Shen Yanhong scolded Ye Lan and Ye Hua after going to work. When Shen Yanhong went home, the three family members scolded Ye Qingqing together.

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

After the old lady came, she cooked all three meals a day. Shen Yanhong was not even allowed to enter the kitchen door. The old lady's cooking skills were quite good, on par with Shen Yanhong.

But... the old lady is someone who has experienced natural disasters for three years. She is more religious to food than to Bodhisattva.

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

Ye Zhiguo looked at the meat on the plate, which he could count. He didn't need to calculate it carefully. With a glance, he knew that there were ten pieces of meat in total, which were smaller than Shen Yanhong's, and one piece of meat was not enough for him.

Except for a plate of meat, the rest are all vegetables, red fried bean curd in snow, water spinach with garlic, loofah egg soup, a bowl of steamed stinky amaranth, no more than five bowls.

"Mom, are you out of food?" Ye Zhiguo asked with a smile.

Mrs. Ye brought out a stack of bowls, she glared at her son when she heard the words, and savagely gouged out Shen Yanhong, and said in her native dialect: "Five bowls of vegetables are not enough? The pole has to eat a big bowl of rice, and now there are so many dishes, you are still not satisfied..."

Ye Zhiguo's head was so swollen, he said helplessly: "Mum, I mean there is too little meat, and there are many people in the family, so it's not good for one person to eat a bite!"

"Two dollars for me, two dollars for you, two dollars for Qingqing, and four dollars for Xiaotong. It's just right." The old lady had a plan.

Ye Zhiguo looked stunned and couldn't help but ask, "My wife and Xiaohua don't eat them?"

"Your wife, if you feel bad about it, you can share it with her. As for the two oil bottles, it would be nice to have food for them. Do you want to eat meat? You can't kill them..."

Although the old lady and Ye Zhiguo spoke in their hometown dialect, they were roughly the same as Pingjiang dialect. Shen Yanhong and Ye Lan could hear a half-understanding, and their faces were so ugly that they almost clenched their teeth.

It's okay to be scolded every day, now you don't even have to eat meat, what's the point of living like this?

Ye Qingqing was hilarious. The old lady actually left her two dollars. The scolding these days were not in vain. When she was in a good mood, Ye Qingqing was no longer so repulsive to the stinky amaranth sticks on the table. .

Ye Hua didn't understand. The injury on his back was better. After going out to play, he was hungry and stretched out his chopsticks to grab the meat.

"Snapped"

The old lady glared with a triangular look, the rice spoon in her hand slapped Ye Hua's hand, and she scolded fiercely, "You still want to eat meat if you don't have any rules?"

Shen Yanhong's eyelids jumped up one after another. She suppressed her anger and swallowed her breath, "Mom, Xiaohua is still growing and needs to be supplemented."

Damn old woman, she got all the meat back, why didn't she give it to her son!

The old lady sneered, "It would be good to feed your son, as long as we had enough to eat at that time, we would still be tall and tall, just like Zhiguo's meat when he was a child, it was not the same as growing tall. Great, many women like him!"

Ye Qingqing nodded to help, "Yes, I heard Uncle Wang say that there is an aunt in Dad's factory, but she likes Dad, and even knitted knee pads for Dad!"