"Huh?" Yang Huazhou opened his mouth wide, not knowing what it meant to step on the point.

At the door of the shop, Da'an had already turned around and came out.

"Sister, fifth uncle, the Bao family shouldn't have arrived yet, and there is a woman in the shop with a child eating steamed buns there!"

Hearing this, Yang Huazhou was obviously relieved.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly said: "Fifth uncle, while the Bao family has not yet arrived, let's hurry in and find a good position with a wide view to sit down first." ”

The so-called mutual look, in fact, is that both men and women choose a place, preferably a place with a lot of people, to look at each other from a distance.

In these years, when men and women look at each other, the two families are very reserved.

It's a tacit look.

It can only be understood that it cannot be spoken, so come to the shop first and occupy a good position.

When the other party appears, you can take a look at it as soon as possible!

Look at each other's appearance and figure.

Look at the other party's reaction when talking to someone, whether they can talk, whether they can come to trouble.

Look at the other person's eating face......

What is a person's character, from these details of clothing, food, housing and transportation, words and deeds, some can be more or less reflected.

This is called looking at each other, looking at each other.

The two sides can say hello without saying hello, and these are the projects that both sides will play on their own.

The three uncles and nephews then walked into the bun shop.

Yang Ruoqing's gaze swept over, looking for the most advantageous position.

only to catch a glimpse of the table that had been taken by a mother and son.

The woman looked at her young age, twenty-four or five years old.

The little boy was about two years old.

Like most of the children of the household, the child was dark and thin, and his eyes were extraordinarily large.

On his big head, his hair was yellow and curly.

The clothes on the body are not good, patches on patches.

The woman was not dressed well, and she wore a blue-blue turban around her head.

She was eating ravioli with a big mouthful, one spoonful at a time, and she ate it very deliciously.

The child also had a small bowl with a small half bowl of wonton soup poured into it.

The little boy was very naughty, holding a half-gnawed meat bun in his hand, and he was up and down on the stool, looking very excited, and did not stop for a moment.

"If you're jumping around like a monkey again, my mother is going to shoot you!"

From time to time, the woman shouted in a loud voice.

Yang Ruoqing was thinking about whether to go over and discuss with the young woman and ask her to change her position.

Big deal, she just bought two more meat buns for the little boy.

At this moment, the little boy accidentally knocked over the bowl of blunt wontons on the table.

Hot wonton soup spilled out and filled the table.

The woman was annoyed and jumped up from the stool.

He dragged the little boy to him, raised his hand, and slapped it on the little boy's tiger head.

"Smack, smack, smack!"

slapped three times in a row, scolding while slapping.

"You bastard, you don't stop if you stop it, you have to lose money if you break the bowl, do you know?"

"Jump, the old lady shoots you to death, see how you jump!"

"Woo ......"

The little boy was beaten and cried, tears and snot on his face.

The woman still did not relent, but wrenched the little boy's arm again, and pushed him into the corner of the wall and stood against the wall.

"Little bastard, my mother can't cure you!"

"Woo...... Aunt, I want aunt, I want my aunt...... Woohoo......"

The little boy was crying breathlessly, shouting in a muffled voice.

The woman rushed over and slapped him on the head again: "Howl you, if you cry again, the old lady will sell you to others, and I will expect to see your aunt for the rest of my life!" ”

At this time, the little boy did not dare to cry.

Standing in the corner with his shoulders bent, he sobbed twice from time to time, looking pitiful.

Here, Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows jumped.

This mother did it, and she was strict, right?

Didn't you just knock over a bowl of blunt soup?

Just teach a lesson, at most, it's a few slaps on the buttocks!

As for the bag that fills the child's head?

Ay!

Shaking her head secretly, she didn't have the heart to negotiate with such a bully woman in the past.

"Fifth uncle, let's sit at this table!" Yang Ruoqing proposed.

Yang Huazhou nodded, and Da'an had no objections.

The three uncles and nephews sat down at a table beside them, just across the table from the woman's.

Yang Huazhou's attention was all on the passers-by who came and went at the door of the shop.

A pair of eyes, staring at the door of the shop.

Every time there was a big girl and a little daughter-in-law at the door, he would tense up all over, and the whole person became nervous.

When the big girl and the little daughter-in-law walked over and didn't enter the shop, he would breathe a sigh of relief.

Yang Ruoqing and Da'an's eyes also followed to the door of the shop.

But from time to time, Yang Ruoqing would also glance at the mother and son on the table over there.

The child was still standing against the wall.

The mother sat at the table with Erlang's legs crossed, eating the remaining wontons in the bowl, and called out to the man to bring a plate of hot meat buns.

The child's sobs became louder, and the woman turned her head to glare at the child as a warning sign.

The child didn't dare to move anymore, and stood in the corner with his shoulders bent, looking at the people coming and going at the door of the shop with a pair of teary eyes.

Yang Ruoqing looked at it with interest.

She died before she had a relationship in her previous life.

In this life, she directly crossed into a twelve-year-old female doll.

The mother she came into contact with was Sun.

Sun is gentle, loving, tolerant, and patient.

She always has a smile on her face when she looks at the children.

There are delicious foods, and the children eat them tightly.

The children are always right, and even if the children do something wrong, she will not get angry, but patiently persuade.

She never seemed to have a temper, like a ball of water, gently wrapping the children.

Even Tan, such a harsh old lady, is gentle and meticulous to Yang Huamei.

But the woman in front of her is doing something else.

Could it be that she is in the style of a filial son under the stick?

Or is the child not her own?

In the midst of such cranky thoughts in her head, the woman over there seemed to notice that someone was watching her.

Looking at her, she collided with Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

While nibbling on the meat bun, the woman pulled down her face and glared at Yang Ruoqing viciously.

seems to be warning Yang Ruoqing not to meddle in her affairs.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Then he rolled his eyes at the woman.

This kind of idle matter, my aunt and grandmother are too lazy to take care of it!

However, my aunt and grandmother love to watch the excitement, what's the matter? Bite me?

The eyes of the two people, separated by an empty table, were more intense in mid-air.

At this moment, two figures walked in at the door of the shop.

Yang Ruoqing only heard Da'an beside her whisper: "It's here!" ”

Yang Ruoqing immediately retracted her gaze, only to see that the fifth uncle Yang Huazhou, who was sitting next to her, had a red face.