Luo Da'e smiled, pressed Blacksmith Luo's shoulders and sent him to sit down, while his eyes glanced at the small ring on the side.

"Earlier, we prepared the food and waited here and there for you to come back."

"I saw that girl Xiaohuan was so hungry that she was about to die. She was pregnant with a baby."

"What if the mother is hungry, won't the baby be gone? Will someone else die?" Luo Da'e said.

Blacksmith Luo's eyes widened: "Is this what you said about killing people?"

Luo Da'e was stunned for a moment: "Otherwise, what else could it be? Isn't this big?"

Blacksmith Luo's expression suddenly changed. He slammed the table and got up.

"Da'e, you have caused trouble for me again!"

The man raised his legs and ran toward the courtyard door, but was stopped by Luo Daye.

"Brother, where are you going this late at night? Why can't you stay at home?" she asked.

Blacksmith Luo said: "You can eat this meal. I have no appetite. You don't care what I do. That's it!"

After saying these words, Blacksmith Luo rushed into the night outside and disappeared.

Luo Daye was so angry that she stamped her feet and wanted to chase her, but Zhou Xia stopped her.

"Mom, you are taking too much control of my uncle. It will be counterproductive and make my uncle hate you." Zhou Xia said.

"No, I've already made my uncle disgusted." She added.

"Oh, what should we do? Will your uncle drive us back to Zhoujia Village in a rage?" Luo Daye asked anxiously.

Zhou Xia turned her eyes and returned to the West Room.

…

In Wang Cuilian's house.

Blacksmith Luo stood by the bed, looking at the woman on the bed with her back to him. The man rubbed his hands together, so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

Yang Ruoqing also came back before he came.

Seeing such an embarrassing scene, I coughed lightly.

"Auntie, uncle didn't even bother to eat dinner this night and came here. You, don't do that and just say a few words!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian still turned her back to the outside and said nothing.

Yang Ruoqing saw this and said: "Well, if I make you feel uncomfortable here, then I will go out first..."

"Qing'er, stay!"

Wang Cuilian finally spoke out, and turned over, looking head-on.

"There's nothing you can't say in public, Qing'er, you stay here." Wang Cuilian said again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I won't leave. I'll sit and drink tea while you chat."

Then, she wisely walked aside and sat down.

Beside the bed, Wang Cuilian's eyes fell on Blacksmith Luo in front of the bed, and Blacksmith Luo was also looking at her.

The couple's eyes collided, and both of them were stunned at the same time.

"Why are you so thin?"

"Why have you lost so much weight?"

The two people asked each other almost in unison. After asking, both of them were surprised again.

"you……"

"I……"

Blacksmith Luo smiled awkwardly and said to Wang Cuilian: "Daughter-in-law, you speak first."

This familiar sound of "daughter-in-law" made Wang Cuilian's eye sockets heat up and she almost burst into tears again.

"How have you been spending these days? Didn't your sister feed you? Why are you so thin?" Wang Cuilian looked at Blacksmith Luo with a hint of reproach in her voice.

"Look at you, you are so thin that the skin on your face is wrinkled, you look like an old man. I almost don't recognize you!" she added.

Blacksmith Luo grinned.

"The food she cooked does not taste good, but it is the food you cooked, my wife, that the food is nourishing." He said.

Wang Cuilian finally felt some warmth in her heart.

But her face was still deliberately pulled.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid of losing etiquette by leaving all the guests at home?" she asked again.

Blacksmith Luo looked at Wang Cuilian's appearance and said worriedly: "You are so sick that you are almost out of shape, why should I care about etiquette?"

Wang Cuilian remained silent, bit her lip, and looked at Blacksmith Luo. There was something gentle flowing in the woman's eyes.

Blacksmith Luo also looked at Wang Cuilian, and the man's heart that had been hanging around for the past few days was half relieved.

"What did the doctor say about your illness?" he asked again.

Wang Cuilian said: "The doctor said that there is no hope of salvation. You can plan to marry another person to fill the house..."

The smile that just appeared on Blacksmith Luo's face immediately disappeared into thin air.

"No nonsense!" he shouted, with some anger in his eyes.

Wang Cuilian was startled.

"Old Tie, are you trying to hurt me in front of Qing'er?" She felt a little aggrieved.

Blacksmith Luo glanced at Yang Ruoqing over there.

Yang Ruoqing was listening carefully to the interesting conversation between the old couple, when suddenly something unexpected happened and the fire started to reach here.

She quickly turned her head and said, "It's okay, it's okay, you can treat me as a teapot on this table."

She joked, trying to minimize her presence.

It wasn't until she felt Blacksmith Luo's eyes retracted that she turned her head again and continued to listen to the conversation on the other side of the bed.

Beside the bed, Blacksmith Luo's voice came again.

"Even in front of Qing'er, I will give you a lesson." Blacksmith Luo said.

"How can you curse your body like this?"

"Don't say you just have a cold, take some medicine and adjust and you'll be fine."

"Even if you take it seriously, I, Blacksmith Luo, will only have you as my wife for the rest of my life!"

"It's because you don't dislike me and marry me. I'm already forty-eight now. I'm a bad old man. Apart from you, no other woman can look up to me."

"Cuilian, you are not allowed to say stupid things,"

As Blacksmith Luo spoke, he sat down beside the bed and wanted to reach out to hold Wang Cuilian's hand.

I guess I felt embarrassed that there was a "big lantern" next to the table, so I took my hand back.

"Cuilian, don't you forget what we said back then?"

"When we were young, we missed a lot of things."

"When we reach middle age, it is fate that we can come together and live together. It is God's mercy to us and the children's love for us."

"We must cherish this good life. Even if we don't have a child of our own, you will watch Tang Yazi grow up."

"Tangyaozi and Qing'er are both good children. They are sincerely filial to us. We should not make noises and live a good life so that the children won't worry about them. What do you think?" Blacksmith Luo asked.

Wang Cuilian was already moved to tears by the man's words.

Blacksmith Luo couldn't laugh or cry.

"I didn't scold you, but I cried, hehe..."

He stretched out his rough hands to wipe the tears from Wang Cuilian's face.

Their eyes met, reflecting on the anger, misunderstandings, and uneasy speculations they had made over the past few days.

Everything melts in this look.
Chapter completed!