Although Yang Ruoqing clearly knew that children of Tuan Yuanyuan's age couldn't tell what love was.
However, out of a sense of fun, Yang Ruoqing still wanted to tease them.
"Even if you want to be together as a family, you don't have to marry someone else."
Tuantuan said: "It's not like that. I've seen it all. Even if brothers and sisters grow up, they can't stay together forever."
"Only couples, like father and mother, can stay together forever."
"Eat together, drink together, sleep together, and, by the way, have babies together!"
Forehead……
This guy is really observant and meticulous.
"Even if you think so yourself, it won't work. You, Sister Lanlan, have to think so too!"
"I've already asked Sister Lanlan, and she said yes."
"Ah? Have you even agreed on this? You are too efficient, aren't you, son of a bitch?"
This is really much more promising than your father.
When your father met your mother and me when he was sixteen, he didn't dare to say anything. His blushing face is still vivid in my memory to this day!
In the end, Yang Ruoqing regarded Tuan Yuan Yuan's words as children's talk, and continued to accompany them for a while to talk in a very youthful way. After that, the mother and son finally fell asleep together.
Before going to bed, Yang Ruoqing vaguely heard the sounds of talking and walking coming from the fourth room outside.
"What are these four-bedroom people doing at night..."
No matter what, I went to sleep, I went to sleep, my eyelids were twitching and I couldn’t open them anymore...
…
The next day at breakfast.
Mrs. Liu came to visit the Luo family.
Yang Ruoqing saw that Mrs. Liu's hair was disheveled, the bags under her eyes had relaxed a bit, and her eyes were a little cloudy.
The complexion on his face was not good either, it was sallow, and he was dozing off while walking, obviously feeling depressed.
"Her fourth aunt, why are you looking like this? Didn't you sleep last night?"
Wang Cuilian came over with a plate of freshly baked brown sugar buns. Seeing Mrs. Liu like this, she asked.
Ms. Liu yawned and waved her hands. When the yawning stopped, she said with a complaining look: "Hey, forget it now. I worked hard for most of the night last night and only closed my eyes in the middle of the night. When I woke up this morning, my whole body felt uncomfortable. My bones were broken. It's sour and astringent, like being ground by a stone mill ten or eight times..."
"Ah? Is it so uncomfortable? Then why don't you sleep? What are you doing?" Wang Cuilian asked again.
Yang Ruoqing was serving porridge to the two little guys at the side. When she heard Liu's description just now, the corners of her lips raised.
The fourth aunt's description is quite vivid, and her vocabulary is much larger than before.
Hearing the fourth aunt's description and seeing her own expression and state at this moment, Yang Ruoqing felt the same as her. Indeed, she felt really uncomfortable after staying up late, as if her whole body was tied up, arms and legs, etc. All sore.
It was okay to stay up late when I was young. I could take a nap the next day and make up for the sleep I owed.
But if you are over thirty years old, would you try to stay up all night again?
"Fourth Aunt, I seemed to hear the sound of talking and moving at your house last night. What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing also asked.
Mrs. Liu sighed, "Forget it, I even went to invite Wang Sheng over in the middle of the night. I invited and presented him one by one. It took a long time."
"Why did you invite Wangsheng? Who is sick?"
"Who else could it be? Of course it's He'er!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Ruoqing immediately planned to shut up.
It's really a shame. I promised not to ask anything about He'er anymore, but why did the topic come up again about He'er?
What a sin!
"Ah? What's going on with He'er? Is he not seriously ill?" Wang Cuilian took over the conversation and continued to ask Ms. Liu with a worried look.
However, Ms. Liu's eyes were fixed on the plate of brown sugar buns that Wang Cuilian had just placed on the table.
For brown sugar steamed buns, Wang Cuilian kneads the dough herself, wakes it up, and steams it in hot water.
After steaming, the brown sugar steamed buns are soft and fluffy, with blossoms in the middle, like a grinning face, and there are some dark brown colors on the sides of the buns after caramel has settled.
Just out of the pot, it's still steaming, and the smell that hits your nose is sweet and sweet.
Not to mention Mr. Liu who was very greedy, even Yang Ruoqing herself, although she was peeling egg shells for the two little guys, her eyes were already attracted by the brown sugar steamed buns on the table.
This is also because it is early summer. If it were the cold winter season, such a plate of hot steamed buns would be so healing!
"Well, let's talk about it later if you're sick or not. Can you give me a brown sugar steamed bun?" Ms. Liu swallowed hard and pointed to the brown sugar steamed bun in the middle of the table.
Wang Cuilian and Blacksmith Luo came to their senses together, and the old couple nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, of course."
Wang Cuilian brought a brown sugar steamed bun to Mrs. Liu, while Blacksmith Luo directly picked up the plates of steamed buns on the table and brought them to Mrs. Liu.
"Her fourth aunt, you can take some by yourself if you want."
Ms. Liu said: "Okay, I won't eat too much, just four..."
"What? Four? Fourth Aunt, are you not awake?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyelids and glanced at Ms. Liu.
"There are only ten steamed buns on this plate. You killed four of them by yourself. Why, leave six steamed buns for our family of five?"
Mrs. Liu chuckled, "Then...I'll take three. Mainly because the steamed buns made by Sister-in-law Cuilian sell so well that I couldn't help it as soon as I saw them..."
Yang Ruoqing straightened her face and said, "If you keep bargaining with me like this, I won't give you even one!"
Ms. Liu shrank her neck and blushed.
This made Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian a little embarrassed.
However, when I thought about it, if I did everything for the sake of face and was too embarrassed to refuse, facing people like Liu, wouldn't my family have to suffer from it all the time?
This autumn wind is blowing so hard that even the gold and silver mountains cannot bear it.
Therefore, Qing'er still sings the red face like this, which is still good sometimes.
But if someone is a good person, there must be someone who is a bad person, so Wang Cuilian stuffed the brown sugar steamed bun into Mrs. Liu's hand and said with a smile: "Her fourth aunt, you eat it first. After you finish eating, you won't talk about it until it's not enough. In the worst case, I'll take it." Just leave my share to you."
What it means is that if you insist on eating it, then I won’t eat it and will give it to you.
As long as you feel that your face is acceptable.
But if this really happens, I guess Qing'er will definitely get angry. When Qing'er gets angry, then we will definitely not be the peacemakers. Her fourth aunt, you can handle it yourself.
Mrs. Liu took the brown sugar steamed bun handed over by Wang Cuilian, smiled, took a bite, and said, "This steamed bun is big, one is enough for me. It won't be good if I eat too much!"
Okay, it's only right that you retreated. You have to ask someone to say ugly things before you retreat, so why bother?
It’s better for people to have some self-awareness!
