"She said she couldn't be satisfied with the bun I wore. I tried several styles, but they were all rejected," Tuoba Xian said.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing cast her eyes on Luo Baobao.

"What kind of bun do you want to wear?" she asked.

Baby Luo tilted his head and thought for a while, then said: "I want a good-looking comb, something different from Sister Huahua, Sister Mianmian, Sister Xiuxiu, and Aunt Xiangxiang!"

Yang Ruoqing thought about it and realized that almost all the girls in the family wore very common double buns.

Baby Luo also wears his hair like this, or else he just wears his hair in short braids.

"Isn't it bad to be like them? I think they are very beautiful and cute, and are very suitable for you children." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Baobao shook his head vigorously.

"I'm the same as them every day, and I look the same to myself. There's no novelty at all. I don't want it, I don't want it." She took Yang Ruoqing's hand and started acting coquettishly.

Yang Ruoqing said: "You want a sense of novelty, a sense of uniqueness that makes you noticed at a glance when you stand in a crowd, right?"

Baby Luo nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "That's easy to handle."

Then, she deliberately said to Tuoba Xian: "Mom, please help me find a knife. I will shave off all of Luo Baobao's hair later, so that he will have a bald head like a small gourd."

Tuoba Xian was stunned for a moment and suppressed a smile.

When Luo Baobao heard this, he became anxious.

"What? I don't want it, I don't want it, that's a bald donkey!" she said loudly.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Don't you want to be different?"

Luo Baobao was so anxious that he almost burst into tears. He took Yang Ruoqing's hand, shook it vigorously, and stamped his feet: "Mom, please don't punish me. You know that she obviously didn't mean that..."

Yang Ruoqing deliberately made a fierce face and said: "Grandma is more knowledgeable than mother. Since you said that grandma can't communicate and understand you, then mother is even worse."

This is to throw out a difficult problem and see how good Luo Baobao's emotional intelligence is.

Luo Baobao tilted her head and turned her big and bright eyes in a circle. She let go of Yang Ruoqing's hand, jumped back to Tuoba Xian, and said with a smile: "Grandma, please bend down, baby.

I have a little secret to tell you."

Tuoba Xian did not doubt that he was there and actually leaned down.

Luo Baobao stood up on tiptoes, held Tuoba Xian's face, and kissed Tuoba Xian loudly on the face.

Then he stepped aside and said with a smile: "It's the baby's fault. The baby shouldn't yell at grandma. Grandma shouldn't care about children."

Although she hasn’t combed her hair since she got up in the morning, Baby Luo still looks cute and beautiful even with her hair disheveled.

Her face is fair and clean, and her hair is black and soft. Her eyebrow-length bangs fall just below her neck, setting off a small oval face.

His facial features are like Luo Fengtang, he is very strong and his eyes are like stars.

The lips are like a peach blossom, beautiful.

Tuoba Xian's heart has long been cute, so how can he really be serious with her?

This is the apex of grandma’s heart!

Tuoba Xian smiled happily and gently rubbed Baby Luo's hair and said, "Don't worry, grandma won't argue with you. Besides, my baby is so sensible. It's not too late for grandma to like it!"

"Grandma is so nice, yeah!"

Luo Baobao made a victory gesture, then turned around and looked at Yang Ruoqing, expecting Yang Ruoqing to change her mind about shaving her head.

Yang Ruoqing accepted the offer and smiled at Baobao Luo.

"Well, a child who respects his elders is a good child for his mother," she said.

"Come here, mother will comb your hair into a braid that you have never done before."

In front of the dressing table, Baby Luo sat obediently on a small stool. Yang Ruoqing stood behind her, combing her soft hair smooth and smooth with a wooden comb.

Divide her hair into two halves in the middle, and style her hairstyle like that of the daughter of a sports star on the variety show "Where Are We Going, Dad" that I watched in my previous life.

Baby Luo's age, height, and face shape are all somewhat similar to that little girl.

But that little girl lacked Luo Baobao's aura.

While Yang Ruoqing was combing her hair, she patiently reasoned with Luo Baobao. The main purpose was to tell her that everyone has a love for beauty. If you want to be beautiful, your mother will not object.

Everyone wants to be beautiful.

But you can't get too caught up in this area and put all your energy into studying how to make yourself more beautiful, otherwise it will delay other aspects.

Luo Baobao listened very carefully. Looking at his little eyes, he seemed to have really listened.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly happy. She didn't expect to hear everything this time. Educating children is a subtle process. Take your time and teach them bit by bit.

Tuoba Xian did not leave, but stood aside and watched.

She kept every step in her mind so that next time, she would be able to comb her granddaughter's braids that looked very impressive at first sight.

Yang Ruoqing also knew that her mother-in-law had been "stealing her skills" from her side, so she deliberately combed her hair slowly, one at a time, so that Tuoba Xian could see clearly.

After it was combed, Yang Ruoqing tied two small silk flowers on Baby Luo's two braids and pressed them down to prevent the braids from sticking up.

"Okay, look in the mirror and see for yourself." Yang Ruoqing put away the comb and put it aside.

Luo Baobao had been waiting for this sentence for a long time. After hearing this, he quickly stood up and went to the bronze mirror, taking a picture of his left and right.

"How's it going? Do you like it?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Baobao pursed his lips and smiled a little awkwardly.

This is what I like.

"Okay, now hurry up and pack your schoolbag, then go to the school to have breakfast and study hard. When your father comes home next time, your homework will be randomly checked." Yang Ruoqing warned.

"Come on, grandma has prepared your schoolbag for you a long time ago. Just put it on your shoulder."

Tuoba Xian, the dignified eldest princess of the Liao Dynasty, a person who listened to politics behind the curtain, has now completely become a slave to her granddaughter, Luo Baobao's little book boy.

This service is thorough and appropriate, sweat!

Watching Baobao Luo leave the house with a small schoolbag and escorted by Tuoba Xian, and go to school.

Yang Ruoqing stayed to tidy up the house, and then went to the backyard to cook breakfast. Even if Tangyazi was not at home, she, as a daughter-in-law, had to support the house and keep it prosperous.

…

After Yang Ruohe disappeared, there was no news again.

This matter has been hotly discussed by everyone, but as time went by, the topic that was once a hot topic sometimes cooled down.

Although Liu's illness was cured under Ju'er's care, his whole person seemed to be a little abnormal.

After eating every day, I would run to the entrance of the village and look around at the intersection, or sit on the stone under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.

When someone passed by, she would call out to them and ask them if they had seen Yang Ruohe?

Over and over again, everyone guessed that Ms. Liu was overly obsessed with Yang Ruohe and that something was wrong with her mind.

Everyone disliked her and pitied her.

Originally, Old Yangtou was still thinking about finding an excuse, so he said that He Yatou had been found, but sent her to a distant relative's house to avoid the villagers' speculation about the matter.
Chapter completed!