When her voice fell, he was still squatting beside her, staring at the drawing board in front of him, unable to recover for a long time.
She remained silent, leaving him enough time to experience and ponder.
However, someone outside the house was not calm anymore.
Mrs. Zuo put her ear against the ajar door, trying hard to listen to what was going on inside.
The old lady is old and her ears don't work very well.
Previously, she only heard chatter inside, as two people seemed to be talking.
But behind, there was suddenly no movement.
Mrs. Zuo was confused and listened with another ear.
I was extremely surprised.
This son has been obsessed with making these things since he was a child. He is even more obsessed with it than his grandfather and father.
I'm twenty-one and I still don't have a wife.
He had a lively relationship with the villagers in the village, but he didn't talk much to the older girl.
In the past, when she used other methods to call girls to come and play at home, he would always stay away from them.
I won’t come back immediately.
It was the first time for two people to talk to each other for such a long time in this carpentry house when they invited a girl to play like this.
Mrs. Zuo was so happy that she seemed to see her fat grandson waving to her.
In a moment of excitement, his body lost his balance and he threw himself into the house with the door closed.
The maid behind didn't even hold him back.
Mrs. Zuo staggered for a moment before she regained her footing. <>
The loud noise here startled the two people on the other side.
The two of them were squatting before to look at the drawing board.
At this moment, the two of them stood up.
Yang Ruoqing was fine, her face was calm.
But Zuo Junmo is different.
I still haven’t recovered from the excitement and excitement of a complete wardrobe.
He stood up abruptly, his eyes burning, and his handsome face a strange red color.
This look fell in the eyes of Mrs. Zuo. The old lady was startled for a moment, and then she thought of something.
The old lady was very happy.
"Well, I'm just passing by, you just pretend I've never been here, just keep playing, keep playing!"
Mrs. Zuo put down these words and quickly retreated, and even closed the door for them thoughtfully.
Immediately, Mrs. Zuo's excited voice came from outside the house, giving instructions to the maid.
"Quick, quick, go to the chicken coop and grab the fattest hen. Let's stew it for Miss Yang at noon..."
Then, the footsteps happily went away.
In the carpentry room, Yang Ruoqing smiled.
"Old Madam, you are so polite. I will leave later and won't eat here. Please go and tell the owner of the shop as soon as possible!"
She said with a sincere face. At that time, she was still unclear about her significance in the eyes of Mrs. Zuo.
Mother and son have a spiritual connection.
Yang Ruoqing was kept in the dark, but Zuo Junmo knew full well what his mother was doing. <>
A handsome face, this time it was really red.
Suppressing the embarrassment in his heart, he pretended to be calm and said: "It's just a common meal. Since my mother went to prepare it, you can eat it before going back."
"It just so happens that I still have some details to ask you about the wardrobe," he said.
Yang Ruoqing is not a hypocritical person.
"I can't explain the details of the wardrobe at this moment," she said.
"I'll write it down in detail on paper when I go back, and then I'll send it to the owner later."
"It's getting late, I should go back."
She said, turning around to leave.
Zuo Junmo shouted to stop him.
"You insist on going back for dinner because Brother Luo is not here, so you deliberately avoid getting into trouble with me?" He asked straight to the point.
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then smiled.
"Not entirely," she said.
"Tang Yazi is not the kind of person who is petty. Besides, you and I, the owner of the village, are aboveboard and have nothing to avoid suspicion."
"Since you are aboveboard, why do you insist on not staying to eat before leaving?" he asked again.
Yang Ruoqing was slightly surprised.
This is also a somewhat stubborn guy.
"I appreciate the kindness of the village owner and his family. When I came out, Tang Yazi didn't know. I wanted to go back early and didn't want him to worry."
She said matter-of-factly. <>
No matter what the reason was, she would never leave Tang Yazi and come to have dinner with Zuo Junmo.
It is not allowed for public or private use.
From another perspective, if Luo Fengtang had dinner with another woman, she would definitely feel unhappy.
Zuo Junmo looked at Yang Ruoqing and suddenly smiled.
"I like Miss Yang's honest nature. If that's the case, then I won't force you. I'll send you out."
"Thank you, Master Zuo, for your understanding."
Zuo Junmo sent Yang Ruoqing to the entrance of the courtyard. At this time, the sun had set and dusk was gradually rising everywhere.
Zuo Junmo said to Yang Ruoqing: "As I said before, I will help you stop this incident and prevent Rich Man Li from taking advantage of it."
"However, Rich Master Li should not be underestimated." He said solemnly.
After thinking about it for a while, Zuo Junmo continued: "Mr. Li has a relative who is a powerful official in Qing'an County."
"Miss Yang, please listen to my advice. After this storm is over, don't provoke Rich Man Li again!"
"I can protect you this time, but I can't protect you next time. Please take care of yourself!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing listened carefully to Zuo Junmo's words, and then smiled lightly.
"I'm grateful to Master Zuo for his advice. I know these things well," she said.
She doesn't cause trouble, but she's not afraid of it either.
Even if the King of Heaven blocks the way, she will never back down.
After watching Yang Ruoqing leave, Zuo Junmo looked at the entrance of the courtyard for a moment with his hands behind his back, lost his mind for a while, and then turned around and returned to the courtyard.
In the yard, Mrs. Zuo, supported by the maid, ran towards this side in a hurry.
"Mo'er, what's going on? Why did you let Miss Yang go?"
Mrs. Zuo asked when she came up, with a somewhat reproachful look on her face.
Zuo Junmo glanced at his mother and smiled helplessly.
"Mom, don't worry about it. Miss Yang is engaged."
Zuo Junmo said.
"ah?"
Mrs. Zuo was a little dumbfounded.
"How come such a good girl is engaged to be engaged? Oh, the good cabbage has been taken away by the pig..." she said depressedly.
Zuo Junmo had black lines on his forehead.
"Mom, that's what you said. Then your son and I are worse than a pig..."
Mrs. Zuo came back to her senses.
Only then did I realize that I had said the wrong thing.
Hurry up, bah bah bah.
"Hey, I originally wanted to have a few bites with Miss Yang, but now I'm just having fun in vain."
"That's all, I'm going back to the house to sleep!"
Mrs. Zuo yawned and went to the backyard with the help of the maid.
Zuo Junmo looked at his mother's walking figure, with her hunched back and silvery hair.
In my heart, there was a nameless guilt.
He also didn't want to let his mother down, and he also wanted her to have a grandchild and enjoy her old age in peace.
However, he didn't want to wrong himself and just get a woman back to live and have children.
Marrying a wife is like wearing shoes.
He wanted to find a pair of shoes that fit.
Someone who can accompany him to travel across thousands of mountains and rivers.
If he couldn't find it, he would rather stay barefoot for the rest of his life.
Mom, I’m sorry, it’s my son who is unfilial!
