Luo Fengtang felt a little embarrassed.

"It's right and try it...no longer, right?" he said.

Luo Blacksmith said, "You have to try it, so that Qing'er can see how it is! Go quickly and go!"

Yang Ruoqing also looked up and smiled at him: "Then you go and try it, I want to take a look."

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang blushed and returned to his house with new clothes.

On this side, Luo Blacksmith laughed: "Silly boy, I haven't worn new clothes for several years, and I'm still impatient!"

Yang Ruoqing also laughed, leaned over and took out two pairs of cotton shoes and two pairs of socks from the back basket.

She put one of the cotton shoes and a pair of socks on the table in front of Blacksmith Luo.

"Uncle Luo, this is what I have made for you. For the first time, you will wear it and don't dislike it."

She giggled.

Sun had taught her to cut clothes and pants, but she had not made complete clothes independently.

But after Sun taught shoes and socks, she learned it.

Luo Blacksmith didn't expect that he would have a share, and a slight fluctuation appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.

He quickly pulled out the dry tobacco pole in his mouth, picked up the cotton shoes with black old cloth uppers, and his fingers were trembling slightly.

"Qing'er, I also want you to make shoes and socks for me..."

A man who has been fighting for half his life is a rough man.

He was still laughing at his nephew for being impatient. At this moment, he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

Yang Ruoqing smiled gently: "Uncle Luo, do you still say those things to me? Hehe..."

"Okay, then uncle will take the shoes."

Blacksmith Luo nodded repeatedly.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Uncle, please try your hand first. I'll send Tang Yazi's shoes to him."

"Hey, OK, OK."

Yang Ruoqing came to the door and knocked gently down the door.

"I also have a pair of shoes and socks. Will it be easier to come in?" she asked.

"The door is not closed." His voice came from inside.

Oh, why don’t you close the door when changing clothes?

She was surprised and then she thought that this was a cotton coat, worn outside, and it was not closed or tight.

In the room, Luo Fengtang was standing beside the bed, wearing the brand new cotton coat.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, he seemed a little embarrassed.

Standing there, his hands and feet pulling the corners of his clothes, looking very reserved.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up.

This was the first time he saw Luo Fengtang wearing new clothes without patches.

It's really energetic!

She walked over and looked back and forth all over him.

He nodded in satisfaction: "Man depends on clothes and horse depends on saddles, Tang Yazi, you are so handsome in these clothes!"

She tsk and walked around behind him again.

It is one thing that Sun's craftsmanship is good, but the main reason is that this kid has a good figure.

This has wide shoulders, narrow waist, long arms, long legs.

A natural clothes rack, no matter what clothes you wear, it looks good.

In modern times, those male models are simply weak compared to him!

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's praise, Luo Fengtang lowered his eyes a little embarrassedly.

"I know what I am like, Qing'er, don't praise me." He said.

Yang Ruoqing had already returned to him and was standing on tiptoe to help him smooth the collar of his clothes.

When she heard him, she gave him a look.

"I'm not praising you. If you don't believe in yourself, you have to believe in my sister's aesthetic view?"

She smiled and said.

"I say you are handsome, you are handsome, and you must be handsome even if you are not handsome!"

This is the first time Luo Fengtang has heard such domineering praise.

The boy felt sweet.

"No matter how handsome he is, he can't catch up with Mu Zichuanjun."

He said, "He is a scholar, and he is full of scholarly spirit, so he is really handsome."

When Yang Ruoqing heard this, she curled her lips.

"He is not called the bookish spirit, it is called the sour smell. He shakes his head, like an old pedantic."

Yang Ruoqing corrected her.

Luo Fengtang was amused by her words, and the tension and embarrassment that had just passed disappeared.

"Tang Yizi, sit down and try these shoes and socks together."

She ordered again.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the brand new shoes and socks placed on the bed.

"You should try shoes and socks at night. I washed my feet and tried again at night." He said.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "It's okay, just take a look at it."

The cotton coat was made by Sun, but the shoes and socks were made by her own stitches.

She just wanted to see what he looked like in these shoes and socks.

After all, Luo Fengtang couldn't persuade her, so he sat down and took off the cloth shoes on his feet.

That pair of cloth shoes was also made by Sun last time.

It's autumn shoes.

This time, Yang Ruoqing stuffed cotton into the soles of the shoes, which were warm shoes for winter.

"The new shoes will be a little tight, I'll help you."

Yang Ruoqing leaned over and squatted down, and grabbed his feet.

"Qing'er, I can't do it, my feet are smelly..."

He hurriedly stopped him.

Yang Ruoqing gave him a blank look.

"I've experienced your stinky feet twice, and I'm used to it!" she said.

Once he helped him get his shoes.

Another time I came back from digging cattails and soaking his feet.

That foot is really not fragrant!

Hearing this, Luo Fengtang's face was so blushed that it could squeeze out the water.

This girl speaks so fiercely.

While hesitating, she took off his shoes.

Inside, he was wearing the pair of Yang Huazhong's socks that he gave him last time.

At the moment when she took off the patched socks, Yang Ruoqing was mentally prepared to welcome the "stinky tofu".

But--

"Hey, it's strange!"

She put the patched socks aside and muttered in surprise.

"What's wrong with Qing'er?"

Luo Fengtang was putting new cotton socks on his feet.

He raised his eyes and asked her when he heard the sound.

Yang Ruoqing pointed at his feet: "Why are your feet not smelling much?"
To be continued...