In the room, Yang Ruoqing unwrapped a bundle, just like countless mothers who came back from working outside.
Showing the new clothes bought for the child from outside to Baby Luo one by one, he kept asking Luo Fengtang next to him: "Does this look good?"
Luo Fengtang smiled and said: "It looks good."
"What about this one?"
"Yeah, it looks good too."
"Haha, I fell in love with these pants at first sight," she added.
Luo Fengtang said: "It's a joyous occasion. What our daughter wears must be pleasing to the eye. My wife has really good taste."
"Hey, he can talk, I like it." She winked at him.
Then he said to Luo Baobao: "Your dad, as long as he buys clothes for you, no matter what style or pattern, he always says one word: good-looking."
Baby Luo was also standing beside the bed, tiptoeing, and pulling at the clothes with his little hands.
Imitating Yang Ruoqing's behavior before, she gestured to her chest and uttered indistinct monosyllables from her small mouth.
When Yang Ruoqing was talking to her, she raised her head and stuffed the small clothes she was holding into Yang Ruoqing's side.
"Ah, ah..."
Seeing her anxious look, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other and smiled.
"Does such a young person love stinky beauty so much?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Then he took the small clothes handed over by Luo Baobao and said, "Tell your dad to prepare hot water in the bathroom. Mom will give you a bath, then put on your clothes and go to Ga Po's place for dinner!"
Luo Baobao seemed to understand.
Sure enough, she came to Luo Fengtang's legs, hugged his legs, raised her head, and rubbed her little body against his legs.
Then, he grabbed one of Luo Fengtang's fingers and dragged him towards the bathroom.
This move once again made the two of them laugh.
Luo Fengtang leaned over and touched her little head and said, "Okay, okay, dad will prepare hot water right now, and you can pick out some nice clothes. Take a shower when the water is ready."
The couple gave Baby Luo a big bath together, and then put on the new clothes and shoes brought back by Yang Ruoqing.
Even Yang Ruoqing bought the flowers that tied her hair into a bun.
After finishing dressing up Baby Luo and looking at the brand new little girl in front of them, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang's eyes completely lit up.
"Not to mention, this little girl will be really beautiful when she grows up!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Luo Fengtang also agreed.
After hearing this, he said to Yang Ruoqing: "Let's just keep these words in our hearts. Don't say them in front of children."
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then realized.
Every place has its taboos, let’s take Mianniu Mountain as an example.
If you kill a New Year pig during the New Year, you can't call it 'Slaughter the New Year pig', but call it 'Shun Nian Bao'.
The meat and bones chewed during the New Year are called 'Yuanbao'.
When an old man passes away, he has to say he's gone, or he's gone for the better...
When an adult gets sick or breaks an arm or leg, relatives and friends who come to visit will call the sick and injured person "sad."
Blind fortune tellers predict people's fortunes. The numerology shows how many "catastrophes" they will have, and also how many "heartaches" they will suffer.
When children are sick, they are called 'dogs'.
If you praise her in front of her child for her good health and not getting sick, the child may get sick soon.
Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether this was a coincidence or something else.
In short, at this moment Luo Fengtang reminded not to praise these things in front of the children, and Yang Ruoqing accepted this reminder.
She is not a crazy person, but there are some traditions and taboos that everyone follows, so naturally she has to pay attention to them.
So, she quickly changed the topic, "We have been delayed in the house for a long time. Your mother and my fifth aunt and the others went to dig wild vegetables. I guess they will be back soon, right?"
"Almost." Luo Fengtang said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Let's go to the front yard together. I'll hold the baby. You bring all the gifts you brought back, and we'll go to my parents' house for dinner together."
Yang Ruoqing had already discussed the matter of Minamata Disease in the capital on the way back and would not mention it to her relatives and friends at home.
If asked, he would just mention it lightly, let alone mention the matter of being summoned by the emperor.
Why?
Because there are too many things involved, about the prince, about the cabinet bachelor, about the government office,
And even about the Black Lotus.
No matter what they did in the capital, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang had only one purpose when they returned to Changping Village.
That is to be an ordinary villager peacefully, farming with relatives, and busy with the human relations between relatives.
Be a conscientious farmer, honor each other's parents, and raise your own children.
Doing laundry, cooking, visiting the village.
Open a school, start a business, and make your small life prosperous.
In the yard of Yang Huazhong's house next door.
The Sun family, the eldest Sun family, and Yang Ruolan were all busy preparing dinner for the night.
Yang Ruoqing also came over.
"Qing'er, you're exhausted after riding so far. Go sit down and rest!" said Sun.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I rested in the county town last night. I'm not tired."
Da Sun laughed: "Even if I'm tired, I still can't bear to go to bed right now."
"Why?" Sun was puzzled.
Mrs. Sun said: "I know my Qing'er best. She likes to listen to us chatting in the kitchen."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "My eldest aunt understands me. I haven't cooked with you for more than a month, doing household chores, and I feel uncomfortable all over."
Yang Ruolan came over and handed over an apron.
"If you really want to stay, put on this apron and don't get your clothes dirty." Yang Ruolan said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled at Yang Ruolan, took the apron and tied it around her waist.
"Mom, what are you cooking tonight? I'll help you choose." She came to Sun's side.
Ms. Sun was standing at a long table under the small window. On the long table were a vegetable basket and a small basket made of bamboo.
Inside, there are vegetables and fruits of this season.
"Mom, are these all grown in our own vegetable garden?" Yang Ruoqing asked, looking at the ingredients in front of her.
Mrs. Sun nodded and said: "So far this year, the rain has been pretty good, and the vegetables in the vegetable garden are growing well."
"Not only can it be eaten by the students in the school, but the rest is enough for our own home. We don't need to go to the town to buy vegetarian dishes like in previous years." said Sun.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled. She liked to eat this kind of farm-style stir-fry the most.
Fresh and refreshing, green and pollution-free.
It contains no hormones and is non-GMO, so you can eat it with confidence.
"Qing'er, what do you think of this chicken today?" Sun's voice came over again.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw that Mrs. Sun was holding a big hen with all its feathers stripped off.
Yang Ruoqing said: "How many tables of food are there at night?"
Mrs. Sun thought for a moment, "Your Grandpa's family, your Uncle Luo, your aunt, and your father are all going to be invited over. There will be separate tables for men and women. I think there will be two full tables."
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