"Bah!"

Mr. Tan spat at Mr. Liu.

"If you are asked to make dumplings, make them well. There is so much nonsense and spittle is flying everywhere. How can you eat these dumplings?"

The Yang family and the Liu family all closed their mouths and buried their heads.

Mrs. Tan gave a few more instructions, turned around and went back to her room.

As soon as Mrs. Tan turned around, the kitchen was chattering again.

Over there, Mrs. Tan ducked into her room, turned back and closed the door.

I took out the key, opened the dresser drawer, and rummaged through it.

Old Yangtou was sitting there smoking a dry cigarette and glanced at Mr. Tan over here.

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

Tan said without raising his head: "Old almanac of ten thousand years."

"Ah? What?" Old Yangtou asked again.

Mrs. Tan remained silent and continued searching. Soon she found several pieces of yellowed paper.

The paper was damp and yellow, and there were still a few vague words on it.

"Daddy Mei'er, please take a look at the names written on these two pieces of paper."

Mrs. Tan handed the two pieces of paper to Old Yangtou.

Old Yangtou then squinted his eyes and said, "I'm so wet that I can't even make out half of the word. What on earth is this?"

Mrs. Tan frowned and said, "Didn't a magic fortune teller come to our village at that time? I got the birth dates of Mei'er, Lan'er, and Fat Ya to be approved."

"The fortune teller said that among the girls of our old Yang family, there will be a great one."
Chapter completed!