Luo Baobao's crying gradually became quieter, and he stared directly at the chopsticks in Yang Ruoqing's hand.
Can't help but lick my little tongue.
But then she closed her eyes and started crying again, crying so sadly!
It was heartbreaking to hear it.
Several times, Tuoba Xian and Luo Fengtang almost failed, but Yang Ruoqing stopped them in time.
By the time the meal was about to end, Baby Luo didn't know whether he was tired from the hardship or was about to give in.
She leaned on the seat, her little mouth pouted, and she looked at Yang Ruoqing with tearful eyes.
A look of resentment on his face.
Yang Ruoqing pretended not to see it.
If you say you won't give her food, you won't give it to her. No matter how much trouble she makes, this is punishment.
The meal was finally over. Tuoba Xian and Luo Fengtang quickly packed up their dishes and fled to the backyard, unable to bear to stay here for another second.
Yang Ruoqing got up and went over there to get a dustpan and a broom, planning to come over and sweep the floor.
Luo Baobao was the only one left at the table.
Yang Ruoqing had her back to the table, but she clearly felt that someone was spying on her.
Then, while still keeping her back to this side, she glanced over at him from the corner of her eye.
I saw a certain villain looking furtively this way, as if he was sure she couldn't see her. He stretched out his fleshy little hands to grab the rice balls scattered on the tray, and then stuffed them into his mouth as quickly as possible. …
Yang Ruoqing's head was covered with black lines.
Then she turned around.
A certain villain's squirming little mouth immediately stopped, his eyes flickered, and he lowered his head with a guilty conscience.
The little face turned into a little bun face.
Yang Ruoqing came over, deliberately sternly cleaning up the leftovers on the tray, then took her out of the chair and sat her down on the chair next to the table.
"Mom, bring it here!"
She turned around and shouted towards the back of the hall.
"Hey, okay, okay!"
Tuoba Xian came over quickly, holding a small wooden bowl with eggs mixed with rice and vegetables.
Yang Ruoqing took it in her hand and put it on the table in front of Luo Baobao.
"Now, can you eat it by yourself?" she asked.
Baby Luo sniffed in frustration and said nothing. He picked up the spoon obediently with his little hand, and scooped up the food a little clumsily and stuffed it into his mouth...
Tuoba Xian and Luo Fengtang gathered around and breathed a sigh of relief.
Tuoba Xian's face was full of relief and surprise, "Qing'er still found a way to correct it in just one meal."
Luo Fengtang also nodded repeatedly, "Qing'er is amazing."
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "It's not that I'm great, it's that I can be ruthless, hey!"
In fact, I also suffered from the previous meal.
The child is my mother's favorite. I want to eat by myself and let her watch. This kind of feeling...
Just don’t say it!
However, in order to prevent this villain's temper from running further and further away like a wild horse, he must be ruthless when he needs to be ruthless.
Youdao is a loving mother who often loses her son. He can be cruel sometimes for her own good. When she grows up, she will understand.
The family is in the main room, pretending to be busy with their own things.
In fact, three pairs of eyes and three hearts were all focused on the little man at the table who was eating seriously.
Although in the end, almost half of the bowl of rice fell on the table and the floor.
However, Yang Ruoqing was very pleased and felt that she had a greater sense of accomplishment than negotiating a big deal!
After eating and drinking, Tuoba Xian took Luo Baobao outside to play.
Yang Ruoqing went back to the backyard to take a nap. Luo Fengtang had nothing to do, so he went to Ahao to figure out hunting tools together.
The two of them made an appointment to go into the mountains again in the nearest day to hunt some game and come back.
Yang Ruoqing slept for about half an hour, and just woke up when Wang Cuilian came.
"Qing'er, is Tangyazi here?" Wang Cuilian asked.
Yang Ruoqing said: "He and Ah Hao are playing with bows and arrows together. If Auntie has anything to do with him, I will call you over."
"There's no need to shout. It's the same even if you're here. I'll discuss this with you." Wang Cuilian said.
Yang Ruoqing poured a bowl of tea for Wang Cuilian and sat down.
Wang Cuilian said: "There are only a few days until the Double Ninth Festival, which is the ninth day of September. The Double Ninth Festival is Tang Yazi's uncle's birthday."
"In the past few years, I only had small birthdays, so I just boiled an egg for him."
"No, next year he will be forty-eight, which is his big birthday, so I want to take care of it for him this year." Wang Cuilian said.
Blacksmith Luo is almost forty-eight?
Yang Ruoqing was slightly surprised.
Looking at his face and body, you really can’t tell at all. Standing next to his father, Yang Huazhong, there is only a difference of five or six years between him.
Unexpectedly, there was a difference of nearly ten years.
However, if you think about it, Blacksmith Luo couldn't get a wife when he was young because his family was poor.
Later, when Tang Yazi was sent back by Luo Laoer, Blacksmith Luo was almost twenty-five or six, which was the age when the last group of people got married.
In order to raise Tang Yazi, Blacksmith Luo delayed himself.
Today, Tang Yazi is twenty-two, almost twenty-three, and Blacksmith Luo is about forty-seven or eighty-eight, which is about the same.
"According to the customs in our area, one year old, thirty-six, forty-eight, sixty, these are the big birthdays."
On the chair opposite, Wang Cuilian's voice reached Yang Ruoqing's ears again.
"Uncle Tangyazi is a miserable man. He has been alone for most of his life. When he was thirty-six years old, his family was in trouble, and he and Tangyazi had to eat every meal."
"Not to mention thirty-six. I still remember the year he was thirty-six. I boiled an egg for him."
"He couldn't bear to eat it himself, so he peeled it off and gave it to Tang Yazi to eat."
"Now that he is forty-eight, life at home is getting better, so I'm thinking about buying a table of food and wine."
"Invite your relatives and friends over and have a drink with him. Qing'er, what do you think?" Wang Cuilian asked expectantly.
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and smiled.
"Auntie, of course I agree!" she said with a smile.
"Speaking of which, it's my fault with Tang Yazi," she said.
"We are juniors. My uncle suffered a lot in raising Tang Yazi."
"Uncle is about to be forty-eight. Tang Yazi and I should have taken the initiative to plan this banquet."
"Now I have to ask you, aunt, to take the initiative to bring up this matter. I feel so ashamed," she said.
Wang Cuilian quickly shook her head and waved her hand: "Qing'er, please don't say that. I know you are all very busy and you have a lot of things to take care of."
"To handle such a big business, with so many mouths counting on you for food, you have a heavy burden on your shoulders!"
"So I can just come and take care of these little things. I just came here to tell you..." Wang Cuilian explained.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, Tang Yazi and I can just come and arrange the matter for uncle's birthday banquet."
"Look, should we have a family banquet at home? Or go to a restaurant in town and meet my grandpa? Which do you think is better?" she asked again. (If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Please go to m.)
