I went on a blind date with the wrong person and got married to a pig farmer.

“Chuckle…Puff…”

Brother Ji was scared to death.

Yang Cheng was stunned.

She believed he was capable of such a thing.

So she raised her foot and kicked Brother Ji hard into the bushes nearby:

"This chicken is not castrated and cannot be eaten. Its meat is very smelly."

"Ok."

The yellow-haired man sighed, rubbed his eyebrows, and looked very annoyed.

He stood up, pointed at the little pig girl and said, "Then let's roast this pig!"

“Wuwuwu…”

The little pig girl was so scared that she squatted on the ground and didn't dare to get up.

It is more promising than Brother Ji. It is about to pee, while Brother Ji has already peed and the mask can hardly hold it.

"Uh... it won't work either. It's still young and hasn't had a relationship yet. Its meat is too tender and not chewy!"

"Ok."

Huangmao sighed again and looked up at the sky for a few seconds, as if trying to calm himself down.

Suddenly, he looked down at Yang Cheng.

Yang Cheng was shocked and took a few steps back:

"I...I just got a rabies shot, my meat is poisonous!"

"Ah! How annoying! I wanted to ask you to go fishing with me."

Yang Cheng patted his chest.

Fortunately, you don’t want to eat me.

"Well... you can't fish in this park. You'll be fined. You can go to the small river in the suburbs, or go to the surrounding villages to fish. The environment there is good and there are many fish."

Yang Cheng reminded him kindly.

Hearing this, Huangmao finally grinned, revealing his big white teeth and bright smile.

When he smiled, the sunlight around him was shining brightly. In fact, the yellow-haired guy was quite handsome. When he smiled, he had the sunshine and youthfulness of a big boy.

"Okay! I'm leaving now!"

"You go!"

Yang Cheng shouted at his back, "Such a handsome guy, but now he is depressed. What a pity! He looks so good when he smiles."

Suddenly, Huangmao turned around:

"I feel like I have a connection with you. What's your name?"

"Um... my name is Yang Cheng..."

Should I add that I'm married? It might sound a bit sentimental, I just want to make friends...

"Hello, Yang Cheng, you can call me Mihua."

"Huh? Rice flower."

"Ah."

"Okay, Brother Mihua..."

Mihua left with the fishing rod, without looking back or going to the river in the park. I guess he was looking for another place to fish.

Yang Cheng continued to wander around the park with his two pets until 5 or 6 in the afternoon, and only went back when it was time for dinner.

When she returned to the Qin family villa in the evening, she saw Qin Che's aunt and grandmother in the living room, laughing and talking happily, with smiles on their faces.

"Fenfang, my husband really has no talent for business. It's your Lao Qin who's the best!" Xu Guixiang grinned like a flower.

Old Mrs. Xu also said cheerfully, "Among my sons-in-law, Fenqiang is the most promising. I've always felt that he was extraordinary, but I never showed it because I was afraid that he would become proud as a young man!"

Xu Fenfang blew on the big diamond ring on her hand and hummed, "When he first came to our house, he didn't even have a stool to sit on. Mom, you were so good to Fenqiang. I was so touched. I still remember it now."

"At that time, there was really no extra stool at home, so I almost gave Ah Huang to him to sit on, hey."

Old Mrs. Xu touched the shopping bag on the coffee table and said to Xu Fenfang with a distressed look on her face.

Ah Huang is a little dog raised by Old Mrs. Xu. He wanders around the village all year round and grows up eating food from many families. When he is full, he jumps back to the Xu family.

Xu Fenfang smiled, "Ah Huang was sleeping on a stool at the time."

What I mean is, when my Qin Fenqiang came to the Xu family, he was not even as good as the little dog in our family. You, old lady, have such a thick skin.

Old Mrs. Xu didn't realize how thick-skinned she was. She looked at Xu Guixiang in surprise:

"Guixiang? Why didn't you take Ah Huang down? What were you doing at the time? How could you do this to your brother-in-law?"

Xu Guixiang: “…”

"I was burning a fire at the time... I thought my brother-in-law was young and in good health, so he should like to exercise... Standing more would help promote the circulation of his penis."

Old Mrs. Xu: "You don't worry about what you should worry about, you just keep the fire going! When Fenqiang comes back later, go to the kitchen and cook him three dishes and a soup as a midnight snack."

"What's the big deal? I'm best at cooking. I'll cook a few more dishes when my brother-in-law comes back!"

Yang Cheng: “…”

Yang Cheng sat on the sofa at one side, eating bear biscuits and quietly watching the three people reminiscing about the good and bad times.

Today, Old Mrs. Xu and Qin Che's aunt seemed to be in a very good mood, and the coffee table was filled with various packaging bags.

It is obvious that they were tempted by money and lost themselves. They no longer dare to argue with others and now only speak nice words.

After a while, Old Mrs. Xu said she wanted to play mahjong as her hands were itching to play in a long time. There were exactly four of us here.

Yang Cheng shook his head, "I don't know how to fight."

In fact, Yang Cheng knows how to play. When he was a child, he watched the villagers play countless times. Although he did not learn the techniques, he still learned the fighting method.

But there was a problem: she couldn't count.

I win two pieces by self-drawing.

In case of concealed gang, each player is given two pieces, and in case of open gang, each player is given one piece.

She knew all this, but if there were all kinds of gangs and cannons in one game, and at the end there were also gangs with blossoming flowers, seven pairs, and big hu...

At this time, she felt dizzy and couldn't calculate how many pieces she had to give out.

After finishing the game, she didn't say how many pieces she wanted to play. She would wait until others told her that there were still a few pieces missing, and then she would know how many pieces she should play.

Not today, absolutely not.

Yang Cheng was afraid of exposing her inability to calculate, and she was afraid of being despised.

Seeing her shaking her head like a rattle, Old Lady Xu laughed and said:

"It's okay if you don't know how to play. This is very easy. You hit one by touching one, one by bumping one, and one by touching one by hitting one when you get a bar. You will know it after playing a few rounds at the table. Come on, Fenfang, where is your mahjong table?"

Xu Fenfang didn't want to fight with her mother and elder sister at all, because no matter how they fought, she would have to give the money away.

Whenever Mrs. Xu lost a few games, she would ask to change seats, saying that it was bad feng shui.

After changing positions, if she still loses, she will ask for a 1 yuan bet next time until her luck improves again.

In fact, Old Mrs. Xu is not short of money. Xu Fenfang gives her a large sum of pension every year, which is enough to support 10 Old Mrs. Xus.

When she was a child, her family was extremely poor. Later, when she got married, she had to raise five daughters. Her life was very tight every day, but her pockets had never been full.

Although her youngest daughter is rich now and the money she gives her has many zeros in the balance, Grandma Xu still feels unsatisfied. She likes the feeling of having money in her pocket.

The feeling of stuffing money into my trouser pocket is satisfying, exciting and happy.

Xu Fenfang told her not to live in her hometown anymore. It would be inconvenient for her to live alone at such an old age without any relatives around her. There were plenty of rooms in the villa, so she could live there and have servants to serve her.

But Mrs. Xu didn't want to.

There are two reasons.

The first reason was that she was not used to life in the city, and there was not even an old man around to talk to.

The second reason is that she likes to show off. Ever since she became rich, her status in her hometown has skyrocketed. Wherever she goes, there are old men and old ladies who praise her, saying that her daughter has a promising future and that she is blessed.

Old Mrs. Xu's vanity was fully satisfied, and this kind of spiritual satisfaction cannot be given by material things.

"Come on! Aunt Xu, push the mahjong table over here, let's play a few hands, hahahaha...Xiao Chengcheng, you sit there!"