"Tangyaozi, you're back, look who's coming?"
Yang Ruoqing greeted him happily like a little rabbit.
Luo Fengtang was carrying a pile of things in both hands. Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, he followed the sound and looked towards the table here.
Mu Zichuan had already stood up and was looking towards the door with a smile.
"Brother Fengtang, long time no see." Mu Zichuan took the initiative to greet Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang's face lit up with surprise, "Zichuan, when did you come back? We were still talking about you yesterday!"
He handed the things to Yang Ruoqing to pack, and quickly came to the table.
A broad palm slapped Mu Zichuan on the shoulder, making Mu Zichuan almost lose his balance.
Luo Fengtang smiled a little embarrassedly: "Haha, I'm a rough guy, I didn't control my strength, come on, come on, sit down and talk!"
Mu Zichuan was also a little embarrassed.
You are not a rough man, I am too weak.
Your wife has said before that being useless is a scholar...
After his thoughts stopped, Mu Zichuan sat down, and two equally excellent men started to make housework.
Here, Yang Ruoqing put the two piles of things aside and was not in a hurry to open the snacks inside and eat them.
Instead, he quickly went over to pour a basin of hot water and twisted a handkerchief.
"Excuse me first, Tang Yazi, come over and wash your face with hot water." She greeted with a smile.
Luo Fengtang told Mu Zichuan and came over to wash his face.
While he was washing his face, Yang Ruoqing took another clean coat and gave it to him.
"You have been running around outside, and the clothes you are wearing have become damp. Please change into another one." She ordered.
"Um!"
Luo Fengtang changed his clothes as instructed.
Like countless little wives, Yang Ruoqing stood in front of him, standing on tiptoes to help him straighten his clothes.
His body subconsciously moved back a little, lest he touch her bulging belly.
"Okay, okay." She said with a smile, and stroked the last wrinkle of his shoulder again.
"Go over and have a nice conversation with Zichuan!" she said.
"good!"
He responded and came over from the washstand.
At the table, Mu Zichuan quickly withdrew his gaze.
His face was as calm as water, but his heart was filled with all kinds of emotions.
This daughter-in-law and the baby in my belly should have been mine. It's a pity that I missed it. Hey...
"Zichuan, what are you thinking about? Come, have a snack!"
The clear and pleasant female voice reached his ears, bringing his wandering thoughts back to him.
Mu Zichuan looked up and saw that Yang Ruoqing had come to him with two plates of snacks.
Muzichuan smiled awkwardly and raised his hand to take a snack.
"Thank you." He said.
"Thank you, haha..." Yang Ruoqing smiled.
He directly picked up a piece from the plate and handed it to Luo Fengtang.
"You can have a piece too," she said.
Luo Fengtang nodded, took it and took a big bite to his mouth.
Yang Ruoqing also moved a stool and sat down next to Luo Fengtang, listening to the two of them talking.
When men sit together and talk, the content of their talk is different from that of women.
The women also talked about business, but more often they talked about gossip.
Luo Fengtang was with Mu Zichuan, and they were talking about the current situation in the capital, and the overt and covert fights among several princes for the throne.
As Luo Fengtang, who has already sided with the second prince Prince Chen, now belongs to the same camp as Mu Zichuan.
There are many topics for the two of them to discuss.
Yang Ruoqing was very sensible and didn't say anything. She sat aside obediently and carefully ate the cakes Luo Fengtang bought.
The pastries all have her favorite flavor. She woke up suddenly hungry while sleeping last night.
Then I turned it over and over again, and all I could think of was the appearance of this soft and sweet pastry.
Luo Fengtang was about to go out to buy something in the middle of the night, but she stopped her.
So today he got up and went, traveling half of the capital, and finally found the century-old pastry shop that she had longed for, and brought back some of her favorite flavors.
She was eating and drinking here with relish.
Beside him, two men were also engaged in chatting.
Yang Ruoqing picked up the sewing basket again and sat at the door of the house, sewing socks and insoles for Luo Fengtang while watching over them.
It was estimated that it was almost noon time for lunch, and she also felt a little sore from sitting.
So he stood up and said to the two people who were still discussing things: "You guys chat first, I will go downstairs to prepare the meal."
Mu Zichuan turned around and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, there's no need to go to so much trouble. I have to go see my mentor Mr. Zhang later, so I won't eat here."
Yang Ruoqing, however, had a serious face, "This can't be done. We haven't seen each other for more than half a year. Now that you're here, you have to eat before you leave."
Luo Fengtang also persuaded him to stay: "Yes, Mr. Zhang has to eat now. Just follow Qing'er's arrangement and stay and eat together."
Yang Ruoqing continued: "My father and Uncle Luo are here too. They went out to play this morning, otherwise they would have come to see you long ago."
Mu Zichuan was overjoyed when he heard that Yang Huazhong was also here.
"Third uncle and uncle Luo are here too? Then I really have to stay at noon. I also have to drink two cups of wine with the two elders," he said.
"That's ridiculous!" Yang Ruoqing smiled, and then ordered to Luo Fengtang: "Then you chat with Zichuan first, and I'll prepare the food and drinks!"
Luo Fengtang nodded and told Yang Ruoqing: "Slow down when you go downstairs. There is a lot of snow in the yard and the road is slippery."
Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, "Well, it's okay, it's safe!"
…
At the lunch table, Yang Huazhong, Mu Zichuan and others all drank and their faces glowed.
With the local accent lingering around, Muzichuan seemed to have returned to Changping Village, where guests and hosts enjoyed a meal of wine and food.
When sending Mu Zichuan out of the inn, Mu Zichuan stopped in front of his carriage and said to Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing behind him:
"Your brothel will open on the 16th, and I will come over to support you then."
Yang Ruoqing smiled happily: "That's great!"
"How about I get you a VIP card then?"
"If you apply for a VIP card, you can come and drink wine at a 20% discount. The red girls will have priority..." Yang Ruoqing joked.
Muzichuan's head was covered with black lines.
He glanced at Luo Fengtang, who was also looking awkward next to Yang Ruoqing, and asked Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er is really a generous boss."
"If you apply for the same VIP card for Brother Fengtang, I wouldn't mind using one. How about it?"
"Hey!" Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.
She glanced at Luo Fengtang beside her: "He is dragging his family with him, so the VIP card is not needed."
Mu Zichuan smiled and said: "I am alone, and I have to work hard to save money so that I can support my family in the future, and I don't need a VIP card."
Yang Ruoqing smiled with satisfaction: "Well, you are all good men with clean bodies and minds. You deserve praise. Keep up the good work!"
After watching Mu Zichuan get on the carriage and leave, Luo Fengtang couldn't help but ask Yang Ruoqing: "What does it mean to be clean physically and mentally?"
