Mrs. Sun said: "Okay, let's burn it together so that we can talk to each other."

So, Blacksmith Luo invited Ma Dafu and Yang Huazhong into the main room to drink tea and talk.

Mr. Sun, Mr. Ma and Mr. Yang Ruoqing went into the kitchen to work.

Ma holds the spoon, with an apron tied around her soft waist, standing above the pot table waving the spatula.

Mrs. Sun was sitting at the kitchen door stuffing firewood.

Yang Ruoqing stood by and helped peel a head of garlic, wash a piece of ginger and so on.

Then I listened to the two women doing their household chores.

Yang Ruoqing found that almost most of the time, Mrs. Sun was talking and Mrs. Ma was listening.

Ma occasionally struck up a conversation and spoke in a genial and gentle manner.

The feeling is just like when Bao Suyun first came here.

Coupled with her tragic experience, she is also comparable to Bao Suyun.

This narrowed the distance between her and Sun even more.

Soon, a sumptuous lunch was cooked.

Everyone took the food to the main room together.

Ma Dafu and Yang Huazhong sat down at the table, and Blacksmith Luo returned to the kitchen.

"Ms. Qing'er, sister from the Ma family, Qing'er, you guys come over and sit down quickly. There are no outsiders. Let's eat together!"

Blacksmith Luo greeted excitedly.

Mrs. Sun stood up and said, "Okay, let Ma's sister sit down first, and Qing'er and I will come after we go to the backyard."

Sun and Yang Ruoqing immediately left the kitchen.

Blacksmith Luo and Mr. Ma were the only ones left in the kitchen.

Blacksmith Luo said with a grateful look on his face: "The girls from the Ma family are not bad at cooking, and all the dishes they make are beautiful."

"Hurry up and sit down!"

He greeted warmly.

Mr. Ma raised his head and smiled shyly at Blacksmith Luo.

"Brother Luo, you're welcome. Brother Luo, just don't dislike the food cooked by my sister," she said.

Blacksmith Luo nodded and turned to leave, but Ma called him to stop him.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Ma didn't say anything, but came to Blacksmith Luo.

The woman leaned forward and stood on tiptoes.

A white and soft hand reached to the top of Blacksmith Luo's forehead.

The cuffs of his sleeves gently brushed against Blacksmith Luo's unshaven cheek, and the faint fragrance of soap locust floated into his nose.

Blacksmith Luo was startled for a moment, not knowing what Ma was going to do. The man's body tensed in place.

Immediately, Ma stepped back with a piece of grass clippings in his hand.

"Look at you, you don't know where you came from, holding a piece of grass on your head and making people laugh!"

Ma gave Blacksmith Luo an angry look, then turned around and continued working on the things on the pot table.

Blacksmith Luo was dumbfounded.

Standing there, looking at the woman's soft and delicate back.

Thinking back to her anger just now.

The heartbeat was inexplicably erratic.

"Well, sister Ma, don't be busy, come and sit down and eat!" Blacksmith Luo greeted again.

Ma turned her head and smiled at him, showing her white and neat teeth.

"I understand. I'll go over when I'm done. Brother Luo, go greet the guests first!" she said.

Blacksmith Luo nodded and was about to turn around and leave when he was stopped again by Ma.

"What's going on?" The man was confused.

When this woman talks, can't she finish it all at once?

He cursed in his heart.

Ma's voice came over again: "Brother Luo, drink less, it will hurt your health..."

Blacksmith Luo was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the woman's concerned but somewhat evasive eyes, I couldn't recover.

"Go, go quickly!"

Ma urged him again.

"oh."

Blacksmith Luo responded, turned around, and didn't come back to his senses until he returned to the main room and sat down.

"Brother Luo, what's wrong with you? Come on, come on, come on, come on!"

Yang Huazhong's voice rang in his ears, bringing the distracted Blacksmith Luo back.

Blacksmith Luo smiled and quickly raised the bowl to receive the wine.

What comes to mind is Ma's eyes...

A meal that was eaten absent-mindedly.

After lunch, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Ma went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.

The men were drinking tea and chatting in the main room.

When the sun was about to set, the Ma Dafu brothers and sisters set off back to Majia Village.

Majia Village is on the edge of Qingshui Town, about ten or twenty miles away from Changping Village.

Ma Dafu felt sorry for the girl's lack of leg strength, so he pushed a wheelbarrow.

Ma sat on one side and put something on the other side for balance.

When they returned this time, Blacksmith Luo brought half a bag of rice and half a bag of wheat flour to them.

"Brother Luo, how can we ask for your things? No, no, no..."

Ma Dafu doesn't want life or death.

Blacksmith Luo wanted them to carry him to death.

The two people were in a stalemate.

On the side, Yang Huazhong and Sun persuaded the Ma brothers and sisters to accept it.

Ma Dafu said with an excited face: "My sister, I, and that silly woman in my family all appreciate your kindness."

"We are poor but ambitious. I, Ma Dafu, interact with Brother Luo because of Brother Luo's character, not because of the autumn wind!"

"Brother Ma, you are overthinking..." Blacksmith Luo quickly explained.

The man knew that life in the Ma family was tight, so he sincerely wanted to help.

There is no idea of ​​showing off wealth or anything in it.

Ma Dafu stretched out his hand to interrupt Blacksmith Luo.

"Brother Luo, if you really want to make me a friend, don't give us this food."

"Our family has planted several acres of fields and raised chickens, ducks and a pig. Life at home is tight, but we can still have enough food and clothing!"

Ma Dafu had gone so far as to talk, and Blacksmith Luo couldn't hold on any longer.

The group of people sent the Ma family brothers and sisters to the entrance of the village and watched them leave.

Sitting on the wheelbarrow, Mr. Ma couldn't help but turn his head and glanced at Blacksmith Luo again.

When their eyes met, Blacksmith Luo was startled.

There seemed to be something passing through the woman's eyes that he couldn't understand.

He thought it was his imagination, but when he looked again, she had turned away.

Only a thin silhouette of his back was left.

Blacksmith Luo watched the Ma brothers and sisters leave, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Here, Yang Huazhong greeted blacksmith Luo: "Brother Luo, let's go to my house for tea."

Blacksmith Luo shook his head: "Forget it, I'll drink it another day."

Yang Huazhong said: "We have arrived at the door of our house. No matter what, we have to come in and sit for a while!"

Blacksmith Luo really had no thoughts.

He shook his head and said with a smile: "I will go to the construction site over there and go home to take a shower and go to bed later."

Seeing this, Yang Huazhong didn't force himself.

While having dinner, Mrs. Sun couldn't help but said to Yang Huazhong: "This family, the male leads the outside and the female leads the inside, no matter who is missing, nothing can be done."

"Take Brother Luo for example, look at this, with the Ma family girls taking care of you and cooking the food, it feels different."

Hearing Sun's words, Yang Huazhong also looked thoughtful.

"Yes, Brother Luo has delayed all his life-long events in order to win over Tang Yazi." Yang Huazhong said.

"Now Tangyazi himself is about to start a family. If Brother Luo can find a suitable woman and start a family, the children will feel more at ease," he said.

Sun said: "Brother Luo is the same age as your eldest brother. They have a family, and they can have another baby!"
Chapter completed!