Blacksmith Luo said: "I don't know, it was Zhou Xia who said that after being troubled here for many days, it was time to go back."
Wang Cuilian nodded repeatedly, which was indeed annoying.
Yang Ruoqing thought to herself that the goal had been achieved, so she could leave.
Blacksmith Luo said: "By the way, Da'e asked me to tell you that tonight, she has cooked the supper and invited all of us to come over and have a supper."
"As a thank you for the hospitality during this time, let's all show your respect and go over for a casual meal," he said.
Luo Fengtang said: "Uncle, you and Auntie go, Qing'er and I won't go."
Yang Ruoqing said nothing, but her expression clearly agreed with Luo Fengtang.
Blacksmith Luo's face dropped.
"Tangyaozi, they are leaving tomorrow. Why don't you go tonight?"
"Lift your chopsticks and take two bites of the food. Just think of it as a way to give everyone a face and send them off in a friendly manner!" Blacksmith Luo begged in a consultative tone.
Luo Fengtang showed a trace of embarrassment and looked at Yang Ruoqing with questioning eyes.
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said, "How about this? Let Tang Yazi be the representative tonight, and my baby and I won't go."
"I don't want to take her so far away to have a meal late at night. If she drinks something, she will have a stomachache." Yang Ruoqing said.
To put it bluntly, I just don’t want to eat the food cooked by Luo Daye.
Those people who look slovenly and pick their noses to use as salt make meals that are unappetizing just thinking about them.
Blacksmith Luo knew Yang Ruoqing's temperament and understood that it was enough to give her face by allowing Luo Fengtang to serve as a representative.
"Okay, then Tangyazi, remember to come over at night, I will go and answer you first."
After saying these words, Blacksmith Luo took the lead and left.
At night, Yang Ruoqing helped Luo Fengtang find a thicker coat for him to change into.
He also gave some instructions on what to pay attention to when eating there at night.
To put it bluntly, it was because I was afraid of eating in the past, and Nima’s mother and daughter actually put albizia grass in Tangyazi’s bowl...
I still feel a shadow when I think about it.
Luo Fengtang raised his hand to hold Yang Ruoqing's hand, and said with a smile: "Qing'er, don't worry, I won't follow their advice anymore."
"I'll just go sit there for a while and then I'll come back."
"Remember to leave a bowl of food for me. I have to come back to eat the food cooked by my wife, hehe..." he said.
Yang Ruoqing also smiled and gently smoothed the wrinkles on his shoulders.
Facing such a handsome guy in front of him, the big man said: "Okay, let's go. Go early and come back early. I'll wait for you to have dinner together."
…
After Luo Fengtang left, Yang Ruo personally sent Baby Luo to Tuoba Xian, and then he plunged into the kitchen and started working.
For dinner tonight, she specially made four dishes and one soup.
Spicy crispy bones in dry pot, stir-fried chicken breast with peanuts, braised fish, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and green onion and egg soup.
These dishes are all Tangyazi’s favorites.
Of course, it is also what she likes to eat.
When two people live together for a long time, their living habits will become closer to each other.
The sense of tacit understanding will become stronger and stronger.
Love, sublimated family affection is like this. Unknowingly, they will become each other's other half.
The four dishes and one soup are cooked, and the rice is simmered.
But Tang Yazi hasn't come back yet.
Yang Ruoqing pretended to be alone and sent Tuoba Xian and Luo Baobao's share to the front yard.
Go back to the backyard stove and wait...
Waited and waited, but never came back.
Is it possible that Luo Daye is going to have a Manchu-Han banquet tonight?
As I speculated like this, I felt inexplicably panicked.
I don’t know where this panic comes from, and why it arises. In short, it’s panic!
This feeling is like chest tightness, palpitation, rapid breathing, and blurred vision when seeing things due to hypoglycemia.
"What's wrong with me? I've always been in good health. What's going on?"
Yang Ruoqing thought in her mind, because her mind was still awake, but her body couldn't control herself.
She covered her chest and simply leaned back on the pile of firewood behind her.
This will make you feel more comfortable.
This feeling lasted until the sound of rapid and heavy footsteps came from outside the kitchen.
This is the sound of Luo Fengtang's footsteps.
Yang Ruoqing was overjoyed and hurriedly opened her eyes.
When she stood up, she happened to see a tall figure rushing in from the kitchen door.
Why use rush?
Because he came in with a hurricane, a strong aura, and it was like the invisible oppressive feeling before the storm came.
Yang Ruoqing panicked again and suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Tang..."
As soon as she made a sound, Luo Fengtang rushed to her.
His hands were like iron vices, holding her shoulders firmly.
He leaned down and looked at her with a pair of red eyes.
The muscles on his face tensed up one by one, and his whole body carried a murderous aura that was about to destroy the world.
This made her inexplicably afraid.
"Why?"
"Why did you hide it from me?"
He bit out these words from between his teeth.
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and suddenly guessed something.
"What? What did you say?" She pretended not to understand, hoping, hoping that what he asked was not what she was worried about.
"If Zhou Xia hadn't told me, how long would you have planned to keep this secret from me?"
Luo Fengtang asked again.
Those eyes were filled with pain, blame, anxiety, and many things that Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear.
"How long? Huh?" he asked next.
"It's been almost a year, right?"
"We sleep in the same bed, and I didn't even know that I had a missing son!"
"I'm still having a lot of silly fun walking in and out every day."
"Chen'er, my son, I haven't looked for him for a year. I don't even know whether he is dead or alive!"
"I still eat and work carelessly every day, talking and laughing."
"I'm a fucking fool, a moron, and I don't deserve to be a father!"
When Luo Fengtang said this, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped his own face hard!
It's crisp and loud, and you can hear the crackling sound.
Yang Ruoqing's mind was buzzing and she fell into a brief blank period.
It wasn't until this slap shook her back to her senses.
When she saw that Luo Fengtang was about to slap herself again, Yang Ruoqing quickly grabbed his hand with both hands.
"Tangyaozi, don't do this!"
She cried and yelled too.
"I know you feel uncomfortable. If you want to hit me, just hit me!"
"It's my fault, I haven't found Chen'er this year!" she said.
"Why don't you tell me the truth?" Luo Fengtang stared at her with wide eyes, his voice almost roaring.
Yang Ruoqing was stunned by the roar.
From the time we met him, which must have been several years, he had never spoken loudly to her.
Even to her, he seemed to never have a temper.
But today, he yelled at her.
Yang Ruoqing froze on the spot, dumbfounded, and didn't know where to start with a thousand things to say. (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.)
