An Qingbai glanced at Shi Meiling cautiously, not daring to respond directly to Zhizhi.

Shi Meiling waved her hand.

"Hey, third brother, Zhimeng isn't an outsider! What can't be said? Let me tell you!"

Actually, their uncle is just like a normal person most of the time.

You can't let him get angry, because if he gets angry he throws things!

"Zhimeng, do you know what's the most amazing thing about it?"

Zhuang Zhimeng blinked her big eyes.

What is it?

"What's amazing is that he doesn't just get angry once and then forget about it. He'll remember when someone angered him, and for a while afterward, he'll come over and throw a tantrum every now and then!"

Has Uncle not seen a doctor for this condition?

Shi Meiling sighed.

"Sigh! Why didn't you go see a doctor? But the doctor said his condition is incurable!"

Shi Meiling continued her story.

"It's interesting, he never had a seizure when he was with me and Lao San!"

If any of the other people besides the two of us were talking to him, and we didn't know if we said something wrong, he might have a seizure!

"Look, I didn't even invite him to your engagement party. I was afraid he'd suddenly have a seizure while eating and smash the table!"

Zhuang Zhimeng understood everything; no wonder Wu Pandi's mother didn't dare to call her uncle over.

Zhuang Zhimeng guessed it was probably bipolar disorder, which would likely be explicitly stated later.

Shi Meiling laughed as she spoke.

"However, in recent years, his attacks have been greatly reduced!"

But people's preconceived notions are already formed; no one would believe he's no longer having episodes. That's why you see Li Erniu was so scared and immediately returned the money!

Zhuang Zhimeng nodded and asked sincerely.

"Auntie, should I pay my respects to my uncle? I've never met him before, I don't want him standing right in front of me and I still not recognizing him!"

Shi Meiling shook her head.

"No need, he should be here in the next few days. He brings me watermelons every year around this time; he grows a patch of watermelons in his own plot."

An Qingsong then came over to serve the food.

An Qingbai looked at him curiously.

"Second brother, where have you been?"

An Qingsong looked distressed.

"Don't even mention it. I don't know what's wrong with me, but now I feel like throwing up whenever I see your ex-sister-in-law!"

I just got home and threw up a lot; it was a physiological reaction I couldn't control!

An Qingbai and Zhuang Zhimeng exchanged a glance, trying to hold back their laughter, but they really couldn't help it.

"Ha ha!"

"Ha ha!"

Shi Meiling also smiled and slapped the second son.

"Ha, you're really something, what kind of stunt are you putting on? Luckily you got your money back, otherwise you would have thrown up a few more times!"

An Qingsong smiled too.

"Hehe, you're right! Luckily we got them all back, otherwise I would have thrown up several times, every time I went there I would have thrown up!"

An Tanxiao glared at him.

"Hurry up and eat your food! Stop talking so much, finish your food first! We're almost done eating, and you're still dawdling!"

"Dad, I'll eat right away!"

"Okay, I'll go call your second uncle!"

An Tanxiao put down the bowl and went to the brigade headquarters in his slippers.

When I got back, I happily told my second brother.

"Your second uncle said he'd also sponsor you 500 yuan! He said he treats everyone the same!"

An Qingsong excitedly stood up, holding the bowl.

"Father, really? Second Uncle really said that?"

"Of course that's what your second uncle said. Otherwise, would you think your father made up a lie just to sponsor you?"

An Qingsong grinned foolishly.

"Hehe, Dad would never lie to me!"

Shi Meiling waved.

"Second brother, sit down right now and keep your voice down!"

An Qingsong sat down with a silly grin.

Shi Meiling leaned close to the second son and whispered to him.

"Second brother, I think you don't have to include this 500 in the bride price. You can give it to Yuelan after the wedding, and that's your business!"

If you give 666 as a bride price, that's a bit too much. Our family will become the target of everyone's criticism again!

"Zhimeng's family had the means, so we dared to directly say the bride price was 1000. Yours is different, you hear me?"

An Qingsong nodded.

"Mother, I understand. Just do as you said, the bride price for Yuelan will still be 166 yuan!"

"Okay, as long as you understand!"

An Qingsong happily ate his meal, while Shi Meiling and An Tanxiao went about their own business.

Zhuang Zhimeng then asked in a low voice.

"Brother Qingbai, is Uncle married?"

An Qingbai glanced at where his mother was before whispering to Zhizhi.

"They got married. Actually, my mother didn't mention my aunt just now. She's also someone who won't have a relapse with my uncle, so they got married!"

My mother and my aunt don't get along. My aunt is always afraid that my mother will take advantage of them when she goes back, so my mother rarely goes to my uncle's house!

My aunt is just like that towards us younger generation, neither good nor bad!

"If that's the case, how can Auntie still ask Uncle to deliver watermelons?"

"Well, my aunt has never objected to this, since my uncle sends it over every year anyway!"

I think maybe they just don't know what they're doing!

Zhuang Zhimeng laughed.

"Hehe, if your uncle hears you say that, he'll probably smash things again!"

"Hehe, then let's not let him hear it!"

The person they were talking about carried a shoulder pole with two baskets full of watermelons on either side of it. He had already walked from the next village to Anyang Brigade.

It was just past lunchtime, and there were still people at the village entrance.

As soon as he saw Shi Shizhao, he greeted him.

"Shizhao, are you here to bring your sister watermelons again?"

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