When she heard the door open and entered the house, she didn't even need to raise her eyes to know that someone was back.

This familiar sound of footsteps, regardless of the rhythm or the strength of stepping on the ground, was so familiar to her that she couldn't be more familiar with it.

"Qing'er, haven't you slept yet?"

Luo Fengtang's voice came over immediately, and people came to the bedroom.

Yang Ruoqing put down the notes in her hand and raised her head and smiled at him, "I am a night owl, how can I go to bed so early? What's more, I have to stay up late tonight on New Year's Eve."

Luo Fengtang smiled and nodded. He turned around and looked at the two sleeping little guys first, then turned back to Yang Ruoqing and sat down.

"The fourth uncle and the second brother are playing cards. Brother Yongxian and the others have gone back to their old house. I see that Daan has also gone back to the house to read, so I will come back first."

"When it's early in the morning, after I open the door, if you're not sleepy by then, let's go to my father-in-law's place to eat dumplings to celebrate the New Year. How about that?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily, "Okay, when I mention dumplings, I think of the spicy beef filling dumplings that my mother made in the kitchen of my parents' home."

"Wow, I suddenly feel a little hungry. What should I do?" she asked, stroking her stomach.

Luo Fengtang smiled: "If you're hungry, eat some snacks first to satisfy your hunger, and I'll get you rice cakes."

"Ah, I don't want rice cakes. I'm afraid that if I eat too much rice cakes, I won't be able to eat the dumplings later," she said.

"Then eat red dates. It will take over your hunger without occupying your belly." He said.

"Okay, okay, you can get more and we can eat together," she said.

Soon, the dates were brought over. One by one, they were all carefully selected large red dates, plump and cute.

Yang Ruoqing ate with relish, and he watched with relish.

"Hey, aren't you hungry? Eat!" she said.

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "Watching you eat is more enjoyable than eating it myself."

"Ah? Why?" Yang Ruoqing asked vaguely. She had several date stones neatly placed on her hand.

Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, a hint of smile flashing across his eyes.

"Because I like to watch my Qinger eat," he said.

He casually grabbed a few dates into his hand, then took out a toothpick from a small bamboo tube on the table and took one.

While picking the date cores, he told her: "If you are good-looking, you will look good no matter what you eat. I like to look at them."

This flattery...

Yang Ruoqing was very pleased with it and immediately started to smile.

"You kid, your flattery is so loud, haha." She laughed.

"It's not flattery, it's the truth." Luo Fengtang said.

He put the handful of red dates in his hand in front of her and said, "Here, eat these too."

Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and saw that, good fellow, he had picked out the cores of all the dates in this handful.

Looking in front of him, there were several date pits scattered around. Each date pit was extremely smooth, and there was no scattered jujube flesh at all.

"Wow, what a great trick!" she sighed.

Luo Fengtang smiled modestly, "Eat, eat more."

"Um!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded and then ate the seedless red dates.

"Tangyaozi, aren't you afraid that I will eat so hard that I will turn myself into a fat woman, just like the round ball I was when you first met me?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

"What's there to be afraid of? You also said that when I first met you, you were just a ball." He said.

"Speaking of which, the way you looked at the meat buns while chewing them was really cute! Hehe..."

As he spoke, there was a look of aftertaste on his face...

Yang Ruoqing was anxious. He was willing to reminisce, but she couldn't bear to look back.

"You are not allowed to think about it. You are only allowed to remember me now. I am thin and beautiful. You are not allowed to think about that meatball!" She said very domineeringly.

Luo Fengtang turned his eyes to her again and smiled fondly.

"No matter what you are, you are my Qing'er, my daughter's mother."

"I like them all!" he said.

Having said this, he himself seemed a little embarrassed, and lowered his head, his handsome face blushing slightly under the light.

Yang Ruoqing was also a little embarrassed by these love words.

I buried my head and struggled with the handful of seedless red dates in front of me. They were obviously big red dates, but why did they taste like candied dates when I ate them in my mouth?

This should be the taste of love, right?

whee!

While Yang Ruoqing was eating the Love brand candied dates, in the yard of Yang Huazhong's house across the wall, Xiaohua felt bitter in her heart.

In the house in the backyard, far away from the noise in the front yard, the sound of firecrackers gradually faded away.

The lively atmosphere of New Year's Eve is still strong, but the house is very quiet.

There was a candle on the desk, illuminating the desk very brightly.

Da'an was sitting behind the desk, holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other.

While watching and drawing in circles, I was concentrating on it, as if I had completely entered another world, the ocean world of knowledge.

Over there, Xiaohua is making the bed.

Because of the Chinese New Year and because Brother Daan is back, I feel inexplicably good.

But at this moment, when she picked up Daan's pillow, she immediately saw the silk flower pressed under the pillow.

The silk flowers brought back by brother Daan from the county...

Xiao Hua's brows couldn't help but frown slightly, and she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch the flower. As soon as her fingers touched it, she retracted it as if she was electrocuted.

It's so hot and irritating.

It’s so dazzling and heart-wrenching!

Xiaohua pressed the pillow down again, covering the silk flower.

She shifted her gaze and didn't want to look anymore. Her heart felt like she had drank a jar of sour cabbage water, sour, astringent, bitter and salty.

"Brother Da'an, the bed is made. You can go to bed and rest whenever you feel sleepy. I will go back to the house first."

Xiaohua whispered towards the desk.

Da'an moved his eyes away from the scroll and looked at the little flower here.

"Are you tired?" he asked, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Usually, no matter how late he reads, she will always stay with him.

He had to urge her several times before she would go back to her room to rest.

Tonight is New Year's Eve, everyone has to stay up late to watch the New Year's Eve. Why is she leaving suddenly?

Leaving this early made him a little uncomfortable.

"If you are tired, go back to the house and rest first." Daan then said.

This girl is really lucky, working from morning to night without her feet touching the ground.

It would be good to rest early, but why, when she really walked towards the door of the house, would there be something empty in his heart?
Chapter completed!