There are always differences between men and women eating at the same table.

Usually women are focused on eating and eating, while men want to drink and talk while drinking, so when the women finish eating, they are still eating and chatting leisurely.

Women can understand this. No, Yang Ruoqing took the lead back to the house after eating.

Before leaving, she specifically said to Wang Cuilian: "Auntie, put these bowls and chopsticks over there for now, and we'll wash them together tomorrow. It's rare that they are here tonight and are in the mood for a drink, so let's let them have a good time."

Wang Cuilian said: "Okay, let them drink it, we are not in a hurry."

Before going to bed, Yang Ruoqing went to visit the children in their room and talked with them for a while. Mother and son were very happy.

Luo Baobao sat sideways on Yang Ruoqing's lap, holding Yang Ruoqing's arms with both hands, and said coquettishly: "Mom, I miss brother Dazhi a little. This year's Chinese New Year, will brother Dazhi come back to celebrate the New Year with us?"

Chen'er also said: "Mom, if there is need, I will personally write a letter to invite brother Dazhi to come home for the New Year."

Yang Ruoqing understood Chen'er's intentions, and he was trying to show his sincerity and sincere invitation.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's not that Mom didn't write a letter to invite her, it's because your brother Dazhi made it clear to Mom before that he hasn't been able to fulfill his filial piety in front of his biological mother for several years, so he wants to stay with his biological mother to fulfill his filial piety."

"Whenever he wants to come back for a visit, he will naturally write to let us know."

Chen'er nodded, "In that case, I want to write a letter to brother Dazhi to greet him. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I will give him a gift by the way. I brought it back from the capital, the four treasures of the study, and a set of Mr. Su's

Calligraphy and painting by hand.”

Yang Ruoqing knew a little about Mr. Su. He was a famous poet in Daqi and was famous for his calligraphy and painting.

Dazhi liked it very much when he was at home and even collected some.

Chen'er collected Mr. Su's authentic works, which shows that Chen'er really put his heart into it.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and touched Chen'er's head, and said happily: "My Chen'er is really a sensible and generous child. My parents are happy for your open-mindedness and kindness."

"Your brother Dazhi must also understand."

Chen'er curled her lips, and her brows and eyes were bright and pure.

"Although I have no blood relationship with Brother Dazhi, since he has entered a family and he has been raised by his parents, I will sincerely treat him as a biological brother and support each other in the future!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, her face moved.

Luo Baobao excitedly told Chen'er: "Brother, when the time comes, I will draw a picture on the back of the letter you wrote to Brother Dazhi. It will be considered as a gift from me to Brother Dazhi, okay?"

Chen'er raised her hand and gently scratched Baby Luo's little nose: "Okay, whatever you say is fine, as long as you are happy."

"Yeah!" Baby Luo made a scissor hand gesture, smiling so hard that his pink gums were exposed.

Yang Ruoqing talked to them for a while, and when she saw that her brother and sister were about to paint, she got up and left.

Before leaving, I couldn't help but warn: "It's cold at night and the air is very cold. Don't draw too long, you two. When it's almost done, go to bed!"

Luo Baobao said: "Mom, I'm not cold at all. I ate a lot of mutton and mutton chops at night. My palms are sweaty right now. If you don't believe me, come and touch them?"

Yang Ruoqing had already walked to the door, but when she saw her daughter's little tender hand stretched out, she couldn't help but turn back to her and gently held her little hand.

"Well, I'm really sweating, but I can't stay up late, it's winter after all!" Yang Ruoqing said softly.

Baby Luo made a playful face.

Chen'er smiled at the side and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I have my own sense of discretion."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, then turned around and left with peace of mind.

It was almost noon when the two of them got up.

"You didn't go to sword practice today, and you didn't get up early to clean the courtyard. You've fallen, General!"

When she got up and combed her hair, Yang Ruoqing joked.
Chapter completed!