Changping Village, Luo Family.
Under Luo Fengtang's instruction, Yang Ruoqing carefully opened the box.
There is also a cloth bag wrapped in silk with something inside.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at him and curled her lips. This guy was so pretentious in giving gifts.
However, not to mention, the more it is like this, the more it has three layers inside and three outside, the more it can arouse her curiosity and expectation.
Although she herself couldn't figure out what gift she wanted most, she really enjoyed the process of opening the gifts layer by layer.
Soon, she took out something from the silk bag and held it up in front of her eyes to look at it carefully.
At first glance, the shape looks like a waist bag.
But compared to the waist bag, it is obviously much lighter.
There is a belt around it. The belt is about five or six centimeters wide. The middle is not a bulging waist bag used to hold money, but a thin and soft empty bag similar to the size of a pocket.
Yang Ruoqing made some gestures, and the empty bag could probably fit into one of her palms.
"Hey, this thing is quite comfortable. Hanging it around your waist can keep your hands warm."
She put her hands inside and smiled at him, "It's just that it's a little small. You can only put one hand in at a time, and you have to line up the two hands."
Luo Fengtang just smiled at her witticism, "This is not for warming hands, there is something inside."
He pointed to the bottom of the wooden box and asked her to look again.
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that she had just gone to get the silk bag and ignored the fact that there was another layer inside the box.
Because the bottom layer was packed in brown paper bags, the color was similar to the color of the wooden box itself, and the light in the room was hazy, so she didn't notice it for a while.
"Yeah, it's still a double surprise? You guys are a bit too romantic!"
With witty words in her mouth, Yang Ruoqing's hands were busy digging out the contents of the brown paper bag again.
They fell onto the table with a loud splash, one by one, as big as playing cards, and all of them were bulging with things.
Yang Ruoqing grabbed a bag and squeezed it in her hand. She couldn't figure out what it was, but it felt familiar to her hand.
It's like pinching a bag of sand, but it's finer than sand.
She subconsciously wanted to open it again to see what was inside, but Luo Fengtang stopped her.
"Don't take it apart, it's just here, no need to take it apart," he said.
She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes filled with confusion.
"But I still don't know what this is!" She said, licking her lips again, "This thing... shouldn't be edible, right?"
Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "This thing is for use, not for food. Come on, I'll show you."
He took a bag of small sand and stuffed it into the palm-sized silk bag before, then pulled Yang Ruoqing to him, gently lifted up her top, and gently tied the belt around her waist.
Adjust the position, put the silk bag against her lower abdomen, adjust the tightness while asking her: Can it be tightened, is it loose or not?
Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes and watched him bend over in front of her, doing all this patiently and carefully...
She suddenly understood the purpose of the gift he carefully prepared for her.
Because she could gradually feel the heat coming from her abdomen. The heat was coming from the small bag filled with fine sand. The temperature was getting higher and higher, but because of the barrier of the silk bag, when it was transmitted to the body , leaving only warmth and not burning the skin.
This self-heating principle is very common in modern society, including various self-heating rice hotpots, heaters with salt water in winter, and baby warm stickers that girls like...
But those are all civilized products belonging to modern society. In this era, how did Luo Fengtang get such a thing?
Moreover, it is also made into heart-warming baby-warming patches, which can be used during her menstrual period to help her warm her belly and get rid of physical discomfort...
"How are you? Do you feel warm?"
After doing everything, he stood up straight and asked her softly.
Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, gently rubbed the heat source around her waist with her hands, and looked at him dreamily: "Warm, from the body to the heart, every inch is warm."
"Every inch? Is it that exaggerated?" Luo Fengtang smiled, casually reading something from her lingering and persistent eyes.
His smile became more mellow, and he raised his hand and pinched her face gently, "I hope it comes in handy."
"Tangyaozi, how did you think of such a thoughtful thing?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Luo Fengtang said: "You don't need to think about it deliberately. I noticed you had a stomachache a long time ago, so I paid attention to it."
"It's just that at that time, I couldn't find a simple and portable thing that could continuously heat my lower abdomen."
"Last time you were dispensing medicine at Yu'er's place, I accidentally discovered a special kind of sand by the underground river deep in the underground palace. After grabbing it and rubbing it in the palm of my hand, it would continue to generate heat for nearly two hours, so I did it I’ve got this to prepare you for those days of the month.”
Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.
She stood up on tiptoes and hugged Luo Fengtang, saying in his ear: "Tangyaozi, you are so good to me, why are you so good to me!"
She never envied those women who deliberately took out the gold and silver jewelry and expensive bags given by men to show off.
The actual dazzling shows that that thing rarely appears in her life, so it is rare to show off in a rare way, hoping to gain praise and admiration from others, so as to satisfy her own vanity.
Let me ask you, if you eat white rice every day and drink boiled water every day, will you show it off?
Therefore, dazzling is actually just betraying your own poverty.
When a man is good to a woman, he never puts a price on the things he gives away, because true love cannot be measured by money.
What is true love?
It's his sincerity.
It's what he gave you, and it's exactly what you need.
It can be to give you a home so that your love can have a harbor and no longer have a fixed place to live.
It could be a car that takes you on trips, takes you to and from get off work when the weather is bad, or picks up your parents and relatives when they come over.
It can be a meal cooked for you when you are hungry, or a bowl of water poured for you when you are thirsty.
His company and care when you are sick.
The applause when you succeed, the encouragement when you are frustrated, and the reminder when you are proud.
It is every morning and evening, every winter and summer you spend together, and it is your loyal companion throughout your life.
At this moment, the warm baby sticker on her belly is a precious gift that cannot be exchanged for money, and it is Luo Fengtang's sincerity to Yang Ruoqing.
"This thing is really good. It's compact and practical. It will definitely feel comfortable when I have my period. Tangyazi, you are so awesome!"
Yang Ruoqing stroked the gift on her waist and whispered into his ear again.
Luo Fengtang was originally smiling and caressing her back. When he heard the next two sentences, his palm paused for a moment, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his deep eyes were full of seriousness and scrutiny.
