Chapter 136 Soft Rice

"Uncle, don't run! Why don't you throw away the tail? Then she can go ashore and find the prince."

Ye Ling grabbed Ye Lin's coat to prevent him from getting out of the car and insisted on discussing the plot with him.

Nonsense, why are we together?

The little mermaid lost her tail, but the prince lost his love.

This kind of outrageous thinking must be eradicated from an early age!

Ye Lin put down his hand that was pulling the car door, touched Ye Ling's newly grown hair, and said to her seriously

"Xiao Ling, love is the least important thing. You must first ensure that you have enough food and clothing, live a healthy and happy life, and then use love to spice up your life."

“If love makes you wear gray pants and waterlogged straw sandals again, will you still want love?”

Ye Ling touched her light yellow corduroy skirt, then looked at the little bunny bag with diamonds on it and her silver crystal shoes.

Her head shook, leaving an afterimage. Her old clothes were too ugly, she didn't want to wear them!

"No! Uncle, I want to wear a skirt and be the queen. I don't want love! The little mermaid doesn't want to marry a prince!"

Ye Lin nodded with satisfaction. Not bad, he is worthy of being the child of the Ye family. He is teachable.

Ah Hui rolled his eyes while listening in the driver's seat. What nonsense was his young master teaching his child?

Miss Ling is so young and has no illusions about beautiful love.

As for Zhao Zhaodi, who remained silent, she simply didn't understand a single word. What the hell is love? It's definitely not as good as clothes. Look at her granddaughter shaking her head.

When everyone in the car was about to get off again, the door was violently pulled open from the outside.

“Crash!”

"Lin! I saw this car from a distance and guessed it was you. I missed you so much. Come down quickly and let's go home. Hahaha."

"Okay, aunt, you don't have to carry me. I can walk by myself."

Ye Sihua quickly pulled her beloved nephew up from the car seat, held him up and dragged him home, wishing she could just carry her big baby back home.

"Oh, there are a lot of people outside. Don't get lost. I'll protect you!"

Are there still gangs out there?

After Ye Lin got off the car and steadied himself, he almost thought he had entered a press conference.

Don’t these workers need to go to work?

I come out to slack off and watch the fun during working hours.

The car was surrounded by three layers of people, and at the very end someone even climbed up a tree to watch the fun, as if he needed protection.

By the time they broke through the encirclement and arrived at the door of Yang's house, Ye Lin's white sneakers had almost turned gray.

"Come, your uncle is off duty today and is staying at home too."

The Yang family's yard is not big, about 30 square meters, with a main room in the middle and two side rooms on the east side. There is no proper kitchen. There is a ground pot in the yard with a small shed on top to keep out the rain, which is the kitchen.

There is a small stone hut at the entrance, and judging from the smell, it seems to be a toilet.

It seems to be a compact apartment.

"Old Four, your mother-in-law isn't home, right?"

After listening to the stories along the way, Zhao Zhaodi suddenly remembered that she didn't bring any gifts when she visited the Yang family. Ye Sihua's mother-in-law would probably be upset again.

"She's at home, sister-in-law, why do you care what she does? The old woman got something and has been very well behaved these past two days."

Ye Sihua never cared about these things. Besides, she brought back a whole truck of things from her mother's house last time, and Old Lady Yang used a lot of them. Why should she have any objections?

As the two were talking, Old Lady Yang, who had heard the noise, came out to see who was visiting.

As soon as Old Lady Yang pushed the door open, she saw her eldest sister-in-law with a poor-looking face. She was dressed well, but still not as well as her.

Her eyes moved back and she saw her daughter-in-law Ye Sihua affectionately pulling a noble young man into the house. She looked at the face that was a little too three-dimensional.

Old Mrs. Yang remembered that her daughter-in-law had said that her nephew's mother in Hong Kong was a foreigner and that her nephew looked like a member of a minority ethnic group.

That’s right, oh, the big boss from Hong Kong is coming to Old Yang’s house!

Old Mrs. Yang's impatient bitter face suddenly turned from gloomy to bright.

Her son made the right decision to marry Ye Sihua, who was just a vase.

"Hey, isn't this the nephew of the Ye family? Come in and rest. I'll make you some brown sugar water."

Ye Lin dodged Old Lady Yang's hand without leaving any trace, and replied politely:

"We can just have a drink, no need to bother."

"It's not a bother, what's the trouble? I'll make it for you right away."

Who can find it annoying to make tea for the God of Wealth?

After Ye Lin and his group were brought into the main house by Ye Sihua, Old Lady Yang turned a corner and went into her son Yang Guang's house.

Yang Guang was lying on the bed dozing off.

Old Lady Yang could tell at a glance that her son was not asleep, so she pulled back his quilt, pinched his ears, and turned him around.

"Ah! Mom, what are you doing!"

"What am I doing? The God of Wealth is here, and you're still sleeping! You can't even catch money falling from the sky. Hurry up and get up and talk to the God of Wealth!"

"I'm not going! I get mad at people named Ye now. He only has a few cents, and he's acting like a big shot! If he wants to be a big shot, go back to Hong Kong!"

Yang Guangcai was not willing to meet the Ye family.

Recently, people at the factory have been saying that he is a coward who lives off his wife, and that his monthly salary is not even enough to buy his wife a pair of socks.

Some people even encouraged him to change his son's surname to Ye so that he could share Ye Laoer's property in the future.

They said all kinds of things, all of them came to laugh at him, and said openly or secretly that he was a gigolo.

It’s all Ye Laoer’s fault!