, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Luo Fengtang was a little embarrassed.
"It looks like it fits. Try it... No need, right?" he said.
Blacksmith Luo said: "How about I give it a try and let Qing'er take a look! Go, go!"
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing also raised her head and glanced at him with a smile: "Then you go and try it, I want to take a look too."
"Um!"
Luo Fengtang blushed and returned to his room with new clothes.
Here, Blacksmith Luo laughed: "Silly boy, you haven't worn new clothes in several years, and you're still irritable!"
Yang Ruoqing also laughed, leaned over and took out two pairs of cotton shoes and two pairs of socks from the backpack.
She placed a pair of cotton shoes and a pair of socks on the table in front of Blacksmith Luo.
"Uncle Luo, I made this for you. It's the first time I've made it. Just wear it and don't dislike it."
She giggled.
Sun has taught her how to cut clothes and trousers, but she has not made a complete trousers independently yet.
But after Sun taught her about shoes and socks, she learned them.
Blacksmith Luo didn't expect that he was also involved, and there was a trace of fluctuation in the middle-aged man's eyes.
He quickly pulled out the tobacco stick from his mouth and held up the pair of cotton shoes with old black cloth uppers, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Qing'er, I want you to help me make shoes and socks..."
A man who has been working hard for half his life and is used to being rough.
Just now he was laughing at his nephew's impatience, but now he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Yang Ruoqing smiled gently: "Uncle Luo, do you still say those things to me that you don't know? Hehe..."
"Okay, then uncle will take over the shoes."
Blacksmith Luo nodded repeatedly.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Uncle, please try on your feet first. I will send Tangyazi's shoes to his house."
"Hey, okay, okay."
Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the house and knocked gently.
"I also have a pair of shoes and socks. Is it convenient to come in now?" she asked.
"The door is not closed." His voice came from inside.
Yeah, why don't you close the door when you change clothes?
She was surprised for a moment, and then thought that this was a cotton-padded coat, worn outside, and it didn't matter if it wasn't closed.
In the room, Luo Fengtang was standing beside the bed, wearing that brand new cotton coat.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, he seemed a little embarrassed.
He stood there, pulling at the corners of his clothes with his hands and feet, looking very reserved.
Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up.
This was the first time he saw Luo Fengtang wearing new clothes without patches.
It’s really spiritual!
She walked over and looked up and down his body.
He nodded with satisfaction: "A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. Tang Yaozi, you look so handsome in these clothes!"
She clicked her tongue in praise and walked around behind him.
It's one thing for Sun to be good at his craftsmanship, but the main thing is that this guy has a good figure.
This one has broad shoulders, narrow waist, long arms and legs.
A natural dresser, no matter where you go, you will look good no matter what you wear.
In modern times, those male models are so weak compared to him!
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's praise, Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes in embarrassment.
"I know what I am like, Qing'er, don't praise me," he said.
Yang Ruoqing had returned to him and was standing on tiptoes to help him straighten his clothes.
When she heard what he said, she glared at him.
"I'm not bragging. If you don't believe in yourself, you have to believe in sister and my aesthetic sense?"
She said with a smile.
"If I say you are handsome, you must be handsome, even if you are not handsome, you must be handsome!"
This was the first time Luo Fengtang heard such overbearing praise.
The boy felt very sweet in his heart.
"No matter how handsome you are, you can't keep up with Mu Zichuan Jun."
He said, "He is a scholar, and he has a bookish air. That's how handsome he is."
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips after hearing this.
"His air is not bookish, it's rotten. He shakes his head like an old scholar."
Yang Ruoqing corrected.
Luo Fengtang was amused by her words, and the trace of nervousness and embarrassment he felt just now disappeared completely.
"Tangyaozi, sit down and try on these shoes and socks together."
She ordered again.
Luo Fengtang glanced at the brand new shoes and socks placed on the bed.
"It's better to try on the shoes and socks at night. I'll try them again after washing my feet at night," he said.
But Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "It's okay, just put it on casually and let me take a look."
The cotton-padded clothes were made by Sun, but the shoes and socks were all made by her, stitch by stitch.
She just wanted to see what he looked like wearing these shoes and socks.
After all, Luo Fengtang couldn't resist her, so he sat down and took off the cloth shoes on his feet.
That pair of cloth shoes was also made by Sun last time.
They are autumn shoes.
This time, Yang Ruoqing stuffed cotton into the soles of the shoes, making them warm shoes in winter.
"The new shoes will be a little tight, let me help you."
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but squat down and grab his feet.
"Qing'er, I can't help it, my feet smell..."
He hurriedly stopped.
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him.
"I've experienced your smelly feet twice, and I'm used to it!" she said.
One time it was to help him pick up his shoes.
Another time, I came back from digging cattails and helped him soak his feet.
Those feet really don’t smell good!
Hearing this, Luo Fengtang blushed so much that he could squeeze out water.
This girl's words are really not ordinary tough.
Without hesitation, she took off his shoes for him.
Inside, he was still wearing the pair of Yang Huazhong's socks given to him last time.
As she took off her patched socks, Yang Ruoqing was already mentally prepared for the "stinky tofu".
But--
"Hey, that's weird!"
She put the patched socks aside and muttered in surprise.
"What's wrong Qing'er?"
Luo Fengtang was putting new cotton socks on his feet.
Wen Sheng raised his eyes and asked her.
Yang Ruoqing pointed to his feet: "Why don't your feet stink so much?"
Luo Fengtang: "...".
"Could it be that my nose is malfunctioning? That's not right..."
He saw her tilting her head, looking confused.
Luo Fengtang's head was covered with black lines.
He can guarantee that Qing'er's nose is very sensitive and nothing will happen to her.
It's his own problem.
However, he was embarrassed to say it.
The cotton coat fits me well, as do the cotton socks and shoes.
Yang Ruoqing was satisfied from head to toe.
"Tangyaozi, just wear it like this and don't take it off."
Seeing him starting to unbutton, she said.
Luo Fengtang shook his head: "I have to go fishing for charcoal later. I'm afraid that these new clothes will be stained."
"What kind of charcoal are you trying to get?"
Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.
Luo Fengtang said while taking off his cotton-padded clothes: "It's just charcoal burned with wood. Burning hard wood for heating is very smoky, so charcoal is more effective."
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing was so surprised that her eyes doubled in size.
"Tangyazi, can you still make charcoal?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang smiled nonchalantly: "My uncle taught me this. He used to be a blacksmith."
"Oh~" Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.
While talking, Luo Fengtang had already taken off his cotton-padded clothes.
When taking off his cotton pants, he hesitated.
Yang Ruoqing was embarrassed to see him like this.
Then he pretended to fold his cotton-padded clothes and turned his back.
