, wonderful and free of pop-ups! This face...has lost weight?
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but raise her hand and touch her chin. Well, it seems to be true!
but--
Half a spoonful of shredded pork was put back into Luo Fengtang's bowl.
Luo Fengtang raised his eyes in shock, with a mouthful of noodles still wrapped in his mouth, and his words were a little slurred.
"Qing'er, why are you..."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and blinked: "I want to lose weight, I can't eat too much, please help me share some of the burden, and be obedient!"
Luo Fengtang said: "There's nothing wrong with being fat..."
"Hey, you're not me. You don't understand the troubles of a fat girl like me!" Yang Ruoqing fiddled with the noodles in the bowl: "Girls, it's better to be slimmer to look good. She's too fat. Not to mention other things. Making clothes also consumes materials!”
Luo Fengtang's head was covered with black lines and he was speechless!
He really has no experience in comforting people, especially female dolls.
I am also afraid that I am clumsy in heart and will make things worse if I fail to persuade him when the time comes.
Grinning, he said seriously: "Qing'er, don't talk nonsense, you are like this... it's good!"
Having said that, I didn’t dare to look up into the girl’s eyes anymore, I lowered my head and started pulling at her!
Yang Ruoqing also smiled. She used to care about whether she was fat or thin.
Every day when I pinch my waist, there is an extra piece of flesh as big as a fingernail, and I feel like I am facing a formidable enemy.
Since traveling to this era, her mood has changed somewhat.
This person should be alive. His appearance is nothing more than a layer of skin.
You really don’t need to pay attention to it.
Follow the normal pace, eat when it's time, sleep when it's time, and work hard when it's time to work, maintain an optimistic attitude, and actively make a fortune and become well-off.
If you are short of anything, you must not be short of money, and if you have anything, you must not be sick. This is the happiest thing!
"Stop talking, let's eat. When we're full, we'll go back to the village!" Yang Ruoqing greeted and picked up the bowl.
Soon, both of them finished their noodles and drank not a drop of the noodle soup in their bowls.
Yang Ruoqing called the waiter over to pay. Two bowls of shredded pork noodles cost a total of sixteen cents.
As soon as the waiter reported the price, Luo Fengtang, who was sitting opposite Yang Ruoqing, had already handed over sixteen copper coins.
With this speed of movement, Yang Ruoqing strongly suspected that he had been prepared early in the morning!
"Tangyaozi, I don't want you to pay!" Yang Ruoqing stopped her and took out sixteen coins.
However, Luo Fengtang did not listen to her for the first time, but insisted on pushing the sixteen copper coins into the waiter's hand.
The waiter took the money, put away the dishes and went down with a smile.
Here, Luo Fengtang picked up the wooden bucket filled with soybeans and the fragrant paper cold clothes the two of them bought.
He raised his eyes and planned to call Yang Ruoqing on the way, but was stunned for a moment.
He saw the female doll in front of him, with her hands on her waist and her cheeks puffed up, staring at him.
Staring at him with confusion.
"Qing'er, what's wrong?"
"What's going on? You kid, how dare you disobey me?" Yang Ruoqing deliberately kept a straight face and attacked him.
Monk Luo Fengtang was confused.
I wonder if I did something wrong somewhere? Did you make Qing'er unhappy?
In a daze, the female doll in front of him moved, and he felt a handful of heavy copper coins being stuffed into his pocket.
"Qing'er, what are you..."
How did she return the sixteen cents again?
"Tangyaozi, let me tell you one more thing. From now on, when we make tofu together, we are our own people. When we come to town to deliver tofu and so on, the money for a meal together must be allocated from the public fund! You are not allowed to do so. You’ll have to dig into your own pocket again, do you understand?”
"Yeah, got it!"
"Okay, let's go then!"
"good!"
When I passed the door of the shop, I just happened to catch a new basket of steamed buns coming out of the pot.
The hot aroma wafted over, and even though her stomach was full of shredded pork noodles, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel her heart tremble.
She took out four more coins, bought four meat buns, wrapped them in two pieces of oil paper and held them in her hands.
Luo Fengtang said nothing, but stood aside and watched everything with a smile.
The boy silently noted in his heart that Qing'er always likes to eat meat buns...
After leaving the bun shop, Yang Ruoqing stuffed one of the oil paper buns into Luo Fengtang.
"Take these two meat buns back for your uncle to eat."
"Qing'er, this..."
"I know what you want to say, don't refuse. These four buns are included in today's public consumption! Let you continue, man, don't hesitate!"
Luo Fengtang blushed slightly and nodded.
There was no further delay along the way, and the two of them hurried slowly, and finally returned to the village when the sun gradually reached the western slope of Mianniu Mountain.
"Tangyaozi, I'm afraid your uncle is waiting for you at home to visit the grave, so let's go our separate ways at the entrance of the village!" Yang Ruoqing suggested.
"I'll send this bucket of soybeans to your house first." Luo Fengtang said.
"I can carry it myself!" Yang Ruoqing said.
"It's okay. I've carried it all the way. Do you still care about the last few steps? Let's go!"
Luo Fengtang walked straight towards Old Yang's house at the north end of the village without stopping.
At this time, people in the village began to prepare to go to the mountain behind the village to burn cold clothes for the ancestors.
On the way, we met groups of villagers.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang walking together.
One is a wild child brought back from outside by the salt lord Luo Laoer, a tough and lonely young hunter.
One is the fat girl from the old Yang family who has come back from the dead and is so fierce that she can shake things up!
What brought these two people together?
Look, the two of them are still talking and laughing along the way. The man is no longer withdrawn, and the woman is no longer aggressive.
Ouch, my God, this is such a rare thing. This is even rarer than the sun rising from the west!
Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang saw the looks and reactions of the villagers they met along the road.
The two of them had a tacit understanding and ignored it.
When she arrived at the door of her house, Yang Ruoqing saw Da'an pulling Xiaoan from a distance. The two brothers were standing at the entrance of the alley, tiptoeing and looking this way.
Yang Ruoqing waved to the two brothers.
The eyes of the two brothers lit up instantly. Daan was about to run towards them when he suddenly saw Luo Fengtang carrying a wooden bucket and walking towards them right behind his sister.
Daan's delicate brows frowned slightly, and he suddenly left Xiaoan behind, turned around and ran into the alley.
Yang Ruoqing had already come closer, and Xiao An rushed forward, grabbing Yang Ruoqing's hand excitedly.
"Sister, my mother asked my brother and I to wait for you here. When you come home, we will go to the mountain to burn some cold clothes!" Xiao An said.
Yang Ruoqing took Xiao An's hand: "Okay, let's go home right now!"
After entering the courtyard, Mrs. Sun was waiting at the door of the kitchen, and Lao Suntou was also there.
Sun smiled and said hello to Yang Ruoqing, and ran straight to Luo Fengtang who was following Yang Ruoqing with a sweet smile and kindness.
"Ah, Tang Yazi, have you had a smooth journey? Are you tired? Come on, come on, come in, have a tea and take a break..."
Seeing his wife gathered around Luo Fengtang, Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry. She didn't expect that she was left out!
Is she still this woman's daughter?
Here, Luo Fengtang respectfully called Old Suntou 'Gong', and turned to Mrs. Sun: "Third Aunt, I'm not tired, and I won't rest anymore. The soybeans in this bucket were bought by Qing'er. I Help her get her into the house first before she can go home!"
"Oh, that's it... OK, send it to Qing'er's house!" Mrs. Sun said hurriedly, turned around and walked over to open the door.
Here, Lao Suntou said to Yang Ruoqing: "Your father has been talking about you, you go in and take a look at him!"
