She had no choice but to stand on tiptoes and touch Ye Wudao's head: "You guy, why are you so tall? You have to tiptoe to touch your head. Where is the majesty of a sister like me?"
"You sit here for a while and I'll make tea."
Ye Wudao suddenly reached out and touched Sister Xiaowen's hair: "Go."
When he was a child, Ye Wudao was a head shorter than Sister Xiaowen. Sister Xiaowen always liked to touch Ye Wudao's head and tease him about his shortness.
Ye Wudao always wanted to find a chance to take revenge and go back.
Now, the great revenge has finally been avenged.
Sister Xiaowen stomped her feet angrily: "You brat, I'll settle the score with you later."
Old Zhaotou tried his best to persuade Zhao Wen to leave first, but Zhao Wen insisted on "settling accounts" with Ye Wudao.
Old Zhaotou had no choice but to let him stay.
Sister Xiaowen quickly made the tea, served it, poured a cup for each person, and then sat down next to Ye Wudao.
She grabbed a handful of melon seeds for Ye Wudao: "Come on, brat, you loved eating spiced melon seeds the most when you were a kid. I'll let you eat as much as you like today."
Ye Wudao reached out and took it: "Thank you, Sister Xiaowen."
Looking at Ye Wudao's big hands, Sister Xiaowen couldn't laugh or cry.
When she was a child, she grabbed a handful of melon seeds and Ye Wudao couldn't hold them in both hands.
But now, he had a handful full of melon seeds, but it was less than one-third of Ye Wudao's palm.
Hey, I have grown taller and my hands are so big. How can I lose face as a sister?
Seeing the intimate behavior between the two, Zhao Hu was furious and stared at Ye Wudao with his scarlet eyes.
At this time, neighbors came to visit in twos and threes.
They were all attracted by the car parked at the door.
"Old Zhaotou, you have a relative coming to your home."
"The person who came in a car must be a relative from the city."
"Are you here to propose marriage to Xiaowen? If you can drive a car, you are a wealthy person. I think this marriage will work."
Zhao Wen sneered: "What kind of relative from the city? It's his family's third child who has returned."
The neighbors glanced around and finally landed on Ye Wudao.
"Hey, it's really a third child."
"I haven't seen you in a few years. The third baby has grown so tall."
"Sanwa has become successful and can actually drive a car. It's not bad."
"Sanwa, do you still remember that when you were a child, you and Mouse went to my field to steal sweet potatoes, and I caught you. Instead of scolding you, I even gave you a few sweet potatoes on my own initiative..."
Seeing the neighbors starting to fawn over Ye Wudao, Zhao Wen suddenly became unhappy.
"Haha, promising? If he can be considered promising, then I will be the big boss."
"He works on the construction site, and he does the most menial job on the construction site, moving bricks."
Neighbors questioned one after another: "Moving bricks on a construction site? How can you drive a car?"
Zhao Wendao: "This car is an old Santana. It is probably second-hand. You can get it for 10,000 to 20,000 yuan."
"And I heard that Ye Wudao was working as a gigolo for the proprietress of the construction site. This car was probably given to him by the proprietress."
"What the hell?" The villagers all stared wide-eyed.
In rural areas, there are two types of people who are looked down upon the most, one is the son-in-law who comes to the house, and the other is the pretty boy.
Ye Wudao's situation belongs to the second type. The villagers started to attack Ye Wudao.
"Being a pretty boy? Come on, this guy Sanwa is really willing to go out of his way to make money."
"It's disgusting that a person with hands and feet can live with nothing without working hard."
"Don't tell me, with this head and body, it's really suitable for selling."
Listening to the ridicule of the villagers, the heads of Mr. and Mrs. Zhao almost dropped to the ground.
Sister Xiaowen was also ashamed and her eyes were distracted.
And Ye Wudao was so angry that his lungs exploded.