"Sister-in-law, what do you want to say? Just say it!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Xiao said: "I want to make peace with Na Risong."

"What?" Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide, thinking she heard wrongly.

Mrs. Xiao said: "I am only nineteen years old, and I will be celebrating my twenties."

"There are still so many years to live in the future. I have seen through it all. I don't want to compete with a bunch of women for a man anymore. I'm tired." Mrs. Xiao said.

"I want to find a simpler, more ordinary man to live my life with."

"I don't want anything from him, as long as he is sincerely nice to me. What do you think?" Ms. Xiao asked Yang Ruoqing again.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "From a rational point of view, of course I agree with us women being self-reliant and living a life for ourselves."

"But I would rather demolish ten temples than demolish one marriage."

"Whether you want to make peace with each other or make do with it depends on you in the end. As a bystander, I can't say too much," she said.

Mrs. Xiao nodded, with a hint of melancholy on her face.

"Even if we reconcile, we won't reconcile now. Narisong is in trouble now. As his married wife, I can't leave at this time."

"When this crisis is over, I will fly solo!" she said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "If you really make your decision, sister-in-law, then I will treat you to a drink to celebrate!"

Mrs. Xiao smiled and said, "Okay, but by then you can't call me sister-in-law anymore."

"I have my own name. My original name is Xiao Yaxue."

"My mother said that it happened to snow on the day she gave birth to me. My mother hopes that I can be as elegant as all the ladies."

"Haha, it's a pity that my father raised me as a boy and I can't be elegant anymore," she said.

Yang Ruoqing also laughed: "Who stipulates that girls must be elegant? Just do whatever you want and be happy."

"Well, that's right, just be happy!"

The two chatted happily, and a large pot of pots and bowls was put away without even realizing it.

Everyone dispersed.

Yang Ruoqing also returned to her small yard with Luo Fengtang.

As soon as she entered the door, she opened the closet door to get some clothes for bathing, when someone came from behind and hugged her.

"Hey, finally we are the only two left..."

He gently pressed his chin against her hair and let out a comfortable sigh.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and raised her hand to touch his face.

"How did the roast leg of lamb taste at night? Is it authentic?" she asked.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Everyone praises you. Narisong said that he had never tasted such authentic roasted leg of lamb at the Naadam Conference," he said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and expressed that she was very happy.

"Then do you like to eat?" she asked again.

In her previous life, she was an agent. She had enough food for one person and the whole family was not hungry. She never thought about washing hands and making soup for anyone.

But in this life, she discovered that she was really happy to prepare a sumptuous meal for her relatives, friends, and the people she loved.

Luo Fengtang nodded again: "As long as it's made by you, Qing'er, I like to eat it."

"That's good, I'll cook it for you tomorrow, okay?" she asked.

"Okay, it's just that I'm hungry again right now..." he said.

"Ah? Didn't you eat enough at night?" she asked.

He chuckled, "What I want to eat right now is you..."

As soon as he finished speaking, her feet left the ground, and he picked up her body and pajamas, and ran straight towards the big bed over there.

"Ah, I haven't taken a shower yet..."

She whispered sheepishly.

"No rush, it's not too late to wash it later!"
Chapter completed!