Seeing that Baby Luo finally stopped crying, Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian looked at each other, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Ruoqing curiously came to the bed and sat down, "Baby, why are you laughing?"
Luo Baobao said without raising his head: "Secret."
Yang Ruoqing secretly rolled her eyes.
"Baby, is there anything interesting about this lotus pond picture? Why are you smiling so happily?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian also looked at the picture of the lotus pond in Luo Baobao's hand, with confusion written on their faces.
Baby Luo raised his head, glanced at his mother and two grandmothers in front of the bed, and raised the corners of his mouth with a proud look.
"When I color all the lotus leaves, lotus flowers, and little dragonflies in this picture of the lotus pond, my brother will be back!" she said.
"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised.
Luo Baobao added: "There are game regulations. You can't apply it all in one go. You can only apply one thing a day."
So that's what happened?
Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that her eyes fell on the picture of the lotus pond painted by Chen'er again, and she had to admire Chen'er's wisdom.
In this way, Baby Luo can relieve the boredom of the waiting process. It not only adds fun, but also cultivates Baby Luo's patience and painting skills.
He is a good brother full of wisdom.
Next time when Tang Yazi leaves home again to lead troops to fight, would you like to draw a picture of peach blossoms, plum blossoms or something like that?
Thank you to my son for the inspiration, and I admire my daughter’s intelligence, she can understand it at a glance.
Even if my old eyes were able to penetrate the paper, they wouldn't be able to get a result.
Hey, this is really the Yangtze River where the waves behind push the waves in front, and the waves in front hit them to death on the beach. To these two children, there is only one word: surrender!
"Sister, let's go to school, otherwise the teacher will punish us if we are late."
Dazhi stood at the door of the house with two schoolbags in his arms and called softly to Baobao Luo inside.
Luo Baobao raised his head and glanced at Dazhi, and said a little aggrieved and a little disappointed, "Brother Dazhi, my brother Chen'er is gone, and there are only two of us left..."
When he first heard this, Dazhi seemed a little disappointed, and his eyes drooped for a while.
After a moment, he raised his head again and looked at Baby Luo in the room.
"Sister, don't be sad. I'm here with you. I'll play with you." Dazhi said sincerely.
Luo Baobao nodded and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Mom, I want to get dressed and go to school. Brother Chen'er wants me to study hard. If I don't study well, he will punish me when he comes back."
"Okay, okay, if you read well, brother Chen'er will come back and bring you conches and shells." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Really?" Luo Baobao asked excitedly.
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and lightly tapped Luo Baobao's nose, "Of course it's true, I won't dare to lie to anyone else!"
"Okay, I like colorful shells the most..."
Luo Baobao excitedly threw herself into Yang Ruoqing's arms and acted coquettishly. Yang Ruoqing hugged her and patted her fleshy little butt while looking at Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian who were standing aside.
Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian immediately understood and the two grandmothers worked together to prepare Luo Baobao with brushing water, clothes, shoes and socks...
After sending the little brothers and sisters to school, Yang Ruoqing also went home to do her own thing.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, the temperature should no longer be as hot and cold as before. Sometimes I wear jackets, sometimes I wear single clothes, sometimes it is sunny, sometimes it rains.
The weather should stabilize and then continue to warm up.
Yang Ruoqing planned to spend a whole day today at home to tidy up the house of her three children, washing what should be washed, dismantling what should be dismantled, and drying what should be dried.
Then open the windows to let some air in and prepare for the real arrival of summer.
Chen'er's house was as tidy and clean as ever, the quilt was folded like tofu pieces, and the books on the bookshelf were neatly arranged in categories.
When I touched the desk with my fingers, there was no dust at all, and there was almost nothing to clean up. Yang Ruoqing just took off the quilt cover, took off the sheets and put them in the basin, and then carried the cotton wool to the yard to dry.
Luo Baobao's house is relatively messy, but it's not dirty.
This so-called mess is almost entirely filled with puppets, and most of the bed is filled with puppets.
Then there are several rows of small puppets and clay puppets on the desk, including small figures, small animals, and some with strange shapes.
At first glance, it looks as lively as a temple fair.
Yang Ruoqing smiled while cleaning up. This little girl has really become a little collector.
Most of these puppets were carved for her by her father, Tangyazi. Tangyazi's love for his daughter was extraordinary, and it was completely inconsistent with his appearance and his status as a general.
A loving father, a completely loving father.
When she arrived at Dazhi's room and opened the door, Yang Ruoqing smelled an indescribable sour smell.
It seems like something has gone bad, it's a bit disgusting.
Could this kid have dropped some uneaten food into a gada and forgotten to dig it out?
Yang Ruoqing wrinkled her nose and followed the place where the smell came from.
Not the trash can in the house, but in a shoe box behind the bed...
How can you put food in a shoe box?
Yang Ruoqing leaned down, moved the box out, opened the lid of the box, and found something wrapped in a handkerchief inside.
That's the rancid smell coming from this thing.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh, what is this kid Dazhi hiding?
He quickly opened this thing to see what it was, which he had hidden in the shoe box like it was such a treasure.
When the veil was lifted and she saw that it was moldy and had a layer of fine white pili growing inside, Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
This... this should be a scallion egg pancake.
Please forgive her for using the word 'tuo', because it is really disgusting.
She tried to remember when the scallion egg pancakes were served, and suddenly she remembered that the last time she brought preserved eggs from Xiao Yaxue, Da Zhi went back to the house without having dinner.
Then she was worried that he would be hungry at night, so she specially baked scallion egg pancakes and sent them to his house.
Did the child not eat at all?
Why don't you eat? Don't like it?
But he used to like eating scallion egg pancakes, and he would eat them all if they were baked by her.
If you suddenly change your appetite and don't like eating it, you should throw it in the trash can instead of wrapping it in a handkerchief and hiding it in a shoe box.
Is this a family heirloom?
Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry, and suddenly felt that this child's world was really incomprehensible to adults.
She took out the 'family heirloom', threw it into the trash can, and then went to organize things elsewhere.
When making the bed for Da Zhi, as soon as he picked up the cotton padding underneath, a ball of flattened paper fell to his feet.
What is this?
Yang Ruoqing temporarily put down the cotton wool, leaned over to pick up the wad of paper and spread it flat.
When she saw the graffiti on the paper, her expression changed slightly.
