"They are getting married for the first time this year, and they want to spend the holidays together."

"Then they will go to Sister Lan'er's Grandpa's house for dinner at night." Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian knew what was going on, so she quickly washed the rice and put it into the pot, then sat down at the stove to prepare the big pot for cooking.

Here, Yang Ruoqing is concentrating on the work in hand.

On the big plate, there are orange-red flower buds neatly arranged, washed clean and dewy.

At first glance, it looks as tempting as a large plate of fat lamb rolls.

In another open bowl, Yang Ruoqing was pouring egg liquid into an appropriate amount of wheat flour, sprinkled with salt flowers, and then stirred evenly.

When these were ready, she covered the two ingredients with a bamboo cover.

He turned around and went to prepare other ingredients.

By the time she had almost prepared the vegetables, mushrooms and other ingredients, Luo Fengtang had already entered the kitchen with a slaughtered old hen and a fat-headed fish.

"Just leave it to me. You can go to the front yard to chat and drink tea with Uncle Yan and Uncle Yan."

Yang Ruoqing said and pushed Luo Fengtang out of the kitchen.

Luo Fengtang was pushed to the door of the kitchen, somewhat reluctant to leave.

"I haven't cooked a meal with you for a long, long time. I want to put some firewood in the fire..." he said.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, remembering the busy work the two of them had done before.

Warm, sweet, and touching.

While she was stunned, he suddenly turned around and returned to the kitchen.

I don’t know what he said to Wang Cuilian when Yang Ruoqing came to her senses and returned to the kitchen.

Wang Cuilian stood up with a smile, took off her apron and stuffed it into Luo Fengtang's hand.

Then, she said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, then I'll leave this kitchen to you two. I went to the front yard to take some time off, haha..."

Until Wang Cuilian left with a smile, Yang Ruoqing didn't quite understand the situation.

"What did you say to aunt? How could she give up the power at the kitchen door so easily?" She grabbed his arm and asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang raised his beautiful eyebrows slightly and raised his finger to touch his face: "Kiss me and I will tell you."

"What?" Yang Ruoqing was even more stunned.

When did this guy learn this trick?

Incredible!

She pinched his arm gently: "Good boy, have you learned how to blackmail people? Sister, I won't do this, so tell me now!"

She put her hands on her hips, deliberately stared, puffed out her cheeks, and pretended to look fierce.

Looking at her cute bun face, the doting in his eyes deepened.

"If you don't kiss me, I won't tell you even if you kill me," he said.

"Wealth cannot be lascivious, power cannot be subdued, hey, this is what you taught me, my wife."

He said proudly, turned around and sat on the rolling stone at the door of the kitchen.

He grabbed a handful of firewood, twisted it into a ball in his hand, stuffed it into the mouth of the stove, and ground out a flint to start a fire.

Looking at his unhurried look, it was obvious that he was invulnerable to all kinds of poisons.

The more he behaves like this, the more he can arouse her curiosity.

He glanced at the kitchen door behind him to make sure no one was coming here at the moment.

She suddenly leaned down, held his shoulders with both hands, and then kissed him on the cheek with lightning speed, then stepped back again.

"Now, can you tell me?" She gritted her teeth and said harshly.

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and stroked the place she had kissed just now, his face full of benefit.

Hearing this, he cast his eyes on her and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing, I just told the truth to my aunt, saying that I haven't cooked with Qing'er for quite some time, and I hope she will make it happen.

"

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide, "Is it that simple?"

He raised his lips: "What do you think?"

Yang Ruoqing laughed dumbly.

"Don't be ashamed. We are already an old married couple. We stay together every day, and you still say those things to aunt. We are laughed to death!" she said.

Luo Fengtang shook his head: "No, aunt is so good. She wishes we two were inseparable."

"Besides, we are not an old married couple, we are just a daughter. I am still hoping that when you are happy, Qing'er, you will give me more babies!" He said with a smile.

When Yang Ruoqing mentioned having more babies, the smile on Yang Ruoqing's face suddenly stiffened.

Chen'er hasn't been found yet, so how can she think about having another baby?

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Why do you look unhappy?" Luo Fengtang discovered the heresy, put down the flint in his hand, stood up and came to her.

"Did I make you unhappy by talking about having a baby?" He asked a little uneasily.

"Don't look like this. I won't talk anymore. I won't talk anymore. I won't talk about it until a few years later. Let's just focus on taking good care of the baby now..."

"No!" Yang Ruoqing interrupted Luo Fengtang,

"It's not what you think. That's not what I am for..."

She raised her head and looked at him, her expression complex and extremely tangled.

I want to tell him everything, I want him to know that their child is not just Luo Baobao.

They also have a son who lives outside, named Chen'er.

Life or death is still uncertain...

This matter has been kept in her mind.

At this moment, she almost impulsively wanted to tell him the truth.

The words that reached her lips were eventually swallowed alive by her.

"I love giving birth to you," she said.

"Currently, the baby is still young, and it takes a lot of energy to manage the business in several places."

"I have no plans to have another baby in the past two years. Anyway, I'm not too old. I'm seventeen. I'll give you another baby after I'm twenty, okay?"

She softened her voice and discussed with him in a negotiating tone.

Luo Fengtang looked at her, and then smiled.

He raised his hand to caress her hair, but suddenly he thought that his hands had been killing chickens and fish all day long, and he had even caught firewood balls just now.

His hand dropped again.

"Although I have never given birth to a child, I also know that you women have to endure a lot of hardships and suffer a lot from conception to birth," he said.

"Qing'er, I will never force you to have a child. You have the final say in everything."

Hearing his words, Yang Ruoqing was completely moved.

A woman's natural pretentiousness comes to the fore.

"Does the promise you made here work for me?" She looked at him and asked.

"People say that there are three types of unfilial piety, the worst of which is not having children."

"Your uncle, and your mother, they definitely want to have a grandson again," she said.

Luo Fengtang curled his lips: "Since I told you this, I can guarantee it. As for how I persuade them not to put pressure on you, this is what I have to do, so you don't have to worry about it."
Chapter completed!