Seeing Risong coming over that day, Yang Ruoqing quickly stretched out her hand to stop him.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

Risong rubbed his hands and smiled: "I'm hungry too..."

"Hey, your pretty bride didn't make breakfast for you?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

That day Risong said: "Still sleeping."

Yang Ruoqing said: "You have a family and a career, but you still can't have a hot meal?"

That Risong said: "It is understandable that a pregnant person may feel sleepy..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's okay, it's okay. In a few days, someone will come over to cook breakfast and tea for you, and it will be authentic northern food. I guarantee you will be happy."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Risong was startled for a moment.

"What do you mean? Why can't I understand it well?" he said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and told Narisong about Xiao's coming.

When Risong heard this, his expression immediately changed.

"What did you say? That tigress in my house is coming?" His eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Yeah!" Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Is the news accurate?" he asked nervously.

"What do you think of Mrs. Xian's news?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

"It's over, it's over, it's over!"

That day Risong looked like the sky was about to fall, and the breakfast on the stone table was no longer attractive to him.

He was spinning around in circles, scratching his head and rubbing his hands, like an ant on a hot pot.

Yang Ruoqing crossed her arms and looked at him with interest.

"Well, you are going to be reunited as husband and wife, and you will have the blessing of being together in this quiet little village with beautiful mountains and clear waters."

"Excited, aren't you? Look, you are so excited that you can't stand still!"

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's joke, Risong almost cried that day.

"No, no, Qing'er, I have to ask you for something!" He quickly ran to Yang Ruoqing and said.

"What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Can I put my tigress in your yard temporarily?" he said.

"ah?"

"There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. I'm afraid that she and Lan'er will...hehe, you know!"

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

"You have taken eighteen concubines before, how did you tell your first wife?" she asked.

Risong said: "When I took the eighteenth concubine, I made a promise to my tigress."

"She is the last one. I will never take concubines again..."

"Then you still dare to take it back to Daliao?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"I want to take them back directly. I will still be pregnant with the child when the time comes. Now I rent a small courtyard outside Zhongjing City to accommodate mother and child..."

"You scumbag!"

Before Risong finished speaking, Yang Ruoqing slapped her on the forehead.

"Is there anyone like you? You cheat everywhere? Are you a human being?" she asked.

Although he didn't have the bad intentions to help Yang Ruolan, Yang Ruoqing was very unhappy with Risong's deceptive behavior that day.

It is true that Yang Ruolan is greedy for vanity.

No matter how much you suffer, you are asking for it, and you deserve it.

However, from the perspective of a female compatriot, Yang Ruoqing still couldn't help but hit Na Risong.

What do you think of a woman?

After receiving a slap from Yang Ruoqing, Risong's forehead felt a buzzing pain.

But he didn't dare to fight back.

Firstly, it's because of her identity suppression, and secondly, even if she fights back, she can't be beaten.

Here, Yang Ruoqing was still not relieved after the beating, so she kicked Narisong's knee hard.

And raised a middle finger at him: "Auntie, I despise you."

"I'm telling you, you pooped yourself, you wiped it yourself, and if you bother my aunt with such nonsense, I'll castrate you!"

She said, and a small knife the size of a willow leaf came out from her fingers.

The blade is sharp and thin, really like a willow leaf stuck to your hand.

Seeing that, Ri Song felt a chill in his heart and subconsciously tightened his legs.

Yang Ruoqing gave him a contemptuous look and turned back to the backyard.

It wasn't until she walked far away and could no longer see her back that Risong raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Brother Fengtang, your wife is so tough. How on earth did you conquer her?"

That day Song asked Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang had been sitting there eating porridge, extremely calm.

After hearing Narisong's words, he handed the steamed bun to Narisong.

"You don't understand my wife's tenderness," he said.

"What? Tenderness? Don't scare me!" Narisong said.

"Come on, let's eat some steamed buns to calm down. The steamed buns made by my wife are delicious, sweet and soft!" Luo Fengtang said.

Narisong shook his head.

"The delicacies from the mountains and seas are all tasteless. My tigress is coming. I have to go back and prepare quickly!"

After saying these words, he ran away quickly.

Luo Fengtang laughed and shook his head.

It's better to keep a wife who can be bright and open wherever she goes, without having to hide.

Hehe, what's even happier is that there is still a hot breakfast to eat.

Here, Luo Fengtang munched the white-flour steamed bun in his hand.

Qing'er is right, from this moment on, everything begins.

He had to be well fed to have the strength to do all this!

…

"Uncle Yan, you are galloping around the shopping mall, and everyone is fighting."

"In your opinion, is my idea of ​​making perfume feasible?"

In the octagonal pavilion at the highest point of the rockery in the backyard, Yang Ruoqing told Yan Huai'an completely about her idea of ​​making a perfume business.

While Yan Huaian was stroking his beard and thinking about it carefully.

Yang Ruoqing stood up, filtered the brewed tea on the stone table in front of her from the teapot, and poured a bowl for him.

Then he sat across from him and waited patiently.

After a while, Yan Huaian made a sound.

"Qing'er, if you master the secret recipe for making that perfume, this would be an excellent way to make money." He said.

"From south to north, from east to west, from the past to the present."

"Wherever there are women, things like rouge, gouache, and hair flowers on clothes are an enduring business."

"As far as I know, Da Liao, Da Qi, and even other small countries in the surrounding areas."

"Rouge gouache is everywhere, but watery spices have not been invented so far."

"If we do well in the perfume business, it will be huge profits!" he said.

There was a light of expectation and longing in his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing was also very excited when she heard this.

She has been pondering the idea of ​​making perfume for a long time.

And more than two months ago, after the flood, when she was making disinfectant, she made the first wave of toilet water to repel mosquitoes and refresh herself.

Later, the plague swept across, and she was busy developing good medicine, and then she got married...

I am so busy that I have to put perfume making aside for a while.

Now, this matter will be put on the agenda.

"Uncle Yan, let's do this perfume business together!"

Yang Ruoqing noticed Yan Huaian's interest and took the initiative to extend the invitation.
Chapter completed!