The girl bent over slightly and gently patted the dust on the sheets.

From his angle, he could just see her focused profile.

Her gentle and delicate movements are neat and tidy, just like a little daughter-in-law who is in charge of the house.

Little wife?

Luo Fengtang was startled by this idea that suddenly appeared in his mind.

Her face suddenly burned with fire, and she didn't dare to look at her.

Here, Yang Ruoqing folded the quilt, smoothed the sheets, grabbed his pillow and pressed it on the quilt habitually.

I don't know what was stuffed in his pillow.

When you pinch it with your hands, the weight is uneven.

Some places are sunken and empty, while other places are crowded together.

How do you sleep on such a pillow with your head on it?

And this pillowcase.

I can no longer distinguish the original color. I ran my hand over it and it was greasy.

Hey, there is no woman in this family, life is really annoying!

"Okay, the bed is made, Tangyazi, come sit here."

Yang Ruoqing clapped her hands and turned around.

Luo Fengtang came back to his senses, glanced at the neat bed, and was a little afraid to sit down.

Yang Ruoqing seemed to have read his thoughts and smiled.

"What a silly boy, look at your potential!"

She raised her hands, pressed his shoulders and sat him down on the edge of the bed.

"Tangyazi, where are the new pairs of shoes I gave you that day? Have you worn them?" she asked immediately.

Mentioning that pair of shoes, Luo Fengtang's face turned red again.

There was a touch of warmth in his eyes.

He shook his head, "I haven't worn it yet."

"Why don't you wear it?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

Luo Fengtang smiled and made no sound.

Such beautiful shoes were made by Qing'er herself. What should he do if they wear out?

He has to keep it.

Yang Ruoqing was focused on completing the task assigned by Sun and did not think too much about Luo Fengtang's thoughts.

"Where are the shoes?" she asked immediately.

"In the cupboard," he said.

Yang Ruoqing immediately turned around and walked towards the cabinet.

Luo Fengtang was a little surprised, and his eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's figure.

"Qing'er, what are you going to do?" he asked.

"Find it out for you to try on and see if it fits."

Yang Ruoqing said without looking back.

There is basically nothing in the cabinet, just a few shabby clothes.

Yang Ruoqing didn't see the shoes.

Suddenly, her fingers touched the bottom of those clothes, and there was a cloth bag.

When I touched it with my hand, it was those shoes.

No wonder I didn't notice it at first glance. This kid actually wrapped his shoes in three layers of clothes.

Yang Ruoqing untied the layers and couldn't help but smile when she saw the brand new cloth shoes lying quietly inside.

"It's not like you're a treasure. Look at you, wrapped up like this and stuffed at the bottom of the box!"

She smiled and turned back to the bed with the new shoes in her hands.

"Here, put it on and try it on to see if it fits you?"

She said, squatting down in front of him, making a gesture to take off the sandals on his feet.

"Qing'er, I'll do it by myself!"

Luo Fengtang hurriedly stopped him.

Yang Ruoqing said nonchalantly: "Your injury is not fully healed yet. It's easy to stretch the wound when you bend over. It's better for me to do it."

She stretched out her hand, but he pulled his feet back to avoid her hand.

"My feet smell so bad, I'm afraid I'll smell them~" he said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then pursed her lips and smiled.

She gave him an angry look and said, "I learned about the smell of your feet last time."

Last time, my mother asked me to measure my feet with him.

As soon as she took off her shoes, she almost got smoked.

"Don't be awkward. It's not like a man anymore. Be smart and stretch your legs over!"

she ordered.

Luo Fengtang gritted his teeth and stretched out his feet.

Yang Ruoqing held his feet, took off her sandals, and put new shoes on his feet.

Xinna's shoes are a bit tight and difficult to wear for the first time.

Yang Ruoqing bit her lip, used both hands to put the shoes on his feet.

Talking to myself while doing it.

"It should fit your feet. At the beginning, I measured the size of your feet..."

Luo Fengtang listened silently, feeling happy in his heart.

Qing'er's words further confirmed his guess.

She really bought these shoes.

"Qing'er, I'll do it by myself."

Seeing Yang Ruoqing using so hard that her face turned red, he couldn't bear it.

Bend down, squeeze your feet into the shoes, and then pull up the heels of the shoes.

The feet are completely inserted into it.

"Yeah, it's worn in. Let me pinch it and see."

Yang Ruoqing cried out in surprise, pinched it back and forth with her hands, and nodded repeatedly.

"It's great, not too big, not too small, just right," she said.

Luo Fengtang was also looking at his feet.

He couldn't even remember the last time he wore new shoes. Was it three years ago? Or five years ago?

At that time, my uncle was in better shape than he is now, and he could still make money by blacksmithing.

The uncle bought rice and grain with the money he earned and sent it to his aunt's house in Qingshui Town.

My aunt reciprocated the courtesy by buying him a pair of shoes, or making him some clothes.

In recent years, my uncle's body and bones are not as strong as before.

He had to take over his uncle's burden and support the family.

There was no extra money to exchange favors with my aunt, so the two families gradually stopped communicating.

For several years, he had not made new clothes or worn new shoes.

He moved his toes slightly in his shoes.

It's tight and warm, and the toes don't leak. It feels so good!

"Tangyazi, how do your feet feel? They shouldn't be crowded, right?"

Yang Ruoqing's questioning voice brought Luo Fengtang back from his thoughts.

"They fit my feet very well, Qing'er. Thank you for giving me such good shoes..."

He said in a low voice, his voice tinged with a hint of hoarseness.
To be continued...