After a while, Yang Ruoqing gathered the scraps of melon and fruit peels and shells on the ground into a dustpan, and was about to dump them in the yard outside when Luo Fengtang came over again.
"I'll pour it!"
"Hey, there's no need, there's no need..."
However, this time he did grab the dustpan and rushed out of the main room into the night outside in the yard.
It made Yang Ruoqing dumbfounded.
On the other side, at the Eight Immortals table, Blacksmith Luo and Yang Huazhong saw this scene. They both secretly exchanged glances and smiled tacitly.
But Tuantuan and Yuanyuan were not familiar with the world, and they were still asking: "Where is dad? Why did dad run away?"
Yang Huazhong touched Tuantuan and Yuanyuan's heads and warned them in a low voice: "When you grow up, you must learn from your father and be a good man who loves your wife!"
The two children were too young to understand at all.
Tuantuan even asked Yang Huazhong: "Gonggong, who is my wife?"
Yang Huazhong touched his nose in embarrassment, feeling that he had dug a hole for himself.
Fortunately, Luo Fengtang came back at this moment.
He told Yang Ruoqing: "Something fell over. I took the dustpan to the pond and shook the water. I grabbed a handful of water plants and wiped the inside. Now I hang it on a wooden stake in the corner to dry."
Yang Ruoqing nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad, very thoughtful!"
She didn't even tell her about the small detail of cleaning up the dustpan after taking out the trash, so he took the lead in doing it.
What a careful and good man!
"You go over and chat, and you're not allowed to come over again!" Yang Ruoqing pushed him towards the Eight Immortals table.
He smiled and nodded. It was so late at night, how could he ask his wife to go out to take out the garbage and wash the dustpan by the water!
In the past, it was because he was not at home and there was nothing he could do. Now that he is back, he will definitely take care of all these things.
The previous order was restored in the main room.
Those who chat, those who play with toys, and those who clean up housework.
The floor has been tidied up, and Yang Ruoqing is now ready to wash the tea bowls on another table against the wall.
Once these nearly thirty tea bowls are washed away, this trip will be finished!
As a result, someone who had just sat down and whose stool was not yet warm stood up again and came over.
"I'll go get you some water. Just wait here."
After that, he picked up the basin and ran straight to the backyard.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't stop him.
My heart said that what I just said fell on deaf ears, that’s all!
Here, Tiejiang Luo and Yang Huazhong exchanged glances again.
The two old men had the same thought at the same time, that is, if they continue to chat with Tang Yazi, it will look like they have no discernment.
Although people sit at the table and chat with them, it is out of respect.
The human heart is in Cao Ying and the heart is in Han, and the whole heart is in Qing'er. I always want to help Qing'er share some housework.
These two old men would be really ignorant if they continued to chat with Tang Yazi!
So, Yang Huazhong took the initiative to suggest: "I'm a little sleepy, how about we stop talking today? How about we talk about it in the daytime tomorrow?"
Blacksmith Luo also nodded repeatedly: "Okay, I just drank a few cups and I feel a little sleepy, so let's leave!"
When Yang Ruoqing heard that they were about to leave, she said hurriedly: "Dad, please wait a minute to leave. My mother is still in the backyard kitchen and hasn't come over yet. You should wait until she comes over before we go back together!"
As soon as Yang Ruoqing finished speaking, Tuantuan suddenly raised his head, pointed at Yang Huazhong with his short and tender little finger, and smiled mischievously.
"Ha, Mr. Ga, you don't mean what you say! You lied to a child!"
Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding what his grandson meant.
