"It's okay. I can cook him some food after I finish cleaning up. I guess he may not be able to eat it now." Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian had no choice but to follow Yang Ruoqing, "Then I will go to the old house to feed the pigs and chickens."

Yang Ruoqing nodded. From the Chinese New Year to now, the aunt and uncle have been living in the new house.

At first, it was because of the Chinese New Year, so everyone lived together, and then she went to Jianye to find Chen'er. It was not appropriate to have Tuoba Xian with Dazhi and the baby in the new house.

So the couple continued to live here and helped take care of the children.

Later, Yang Ruoqing came back with Chen'er. In order to get closer to their grandson who had been separated for seven years, Blacksmith Luo and his wife were reluctant to move back to their old house.

A few days ago, Blacksmith Luo proposed to simply wait until the Dragon Boat Festival is over before moving back.

Yang Ruoqing must have tried to persuade them to stay, but Blacksmith Luo insisted on moving back to his old house.

His reason is still the same as before. Now that he can run and jump, he can live alone and everyone can be comfortable.

In the future, when I get old, sick, unable to walk, or bedridden due to illness, then we can live together so that Yang Ruoqing and the others can take care of them.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing did not force herself and respected her elders' ideas.

In the backyard, Yang Ruoqing tidied up the dishes and chopsticks. Guessing that it was almost time, she grabbed two handfuls of wheat flour and punched one in.

Sprinkle a spoonful of chopped green onion foam, then add oil to the pan and spread it into a thin chopped green onion egg pancake.

Stir-fry the lean meat and vegetables together, wrap it in the egg pancake with two chopsticks, cut it in half from the middle with a knife, put it on a small plate and bring it to Dazhi's house.

The door was closed, and there was no sound inside.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised. Could it be that the child fell asleep while doing his homework?

"Zhi'er, are you in the house?" Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently knocked on the door.

In the room, there was suddenly the sound of drawers being pulled and stools being moved.

Not asleep? Are you doing homework?

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself, "Zhi'er, mother, come in!"

After saying this, she opened the door and entered the house.

At a glance, he saw Dazhi sitting behind the desk. The desk in front of him was empty. The brush was placed directly on the table, and the ink was splashed on the table.

A pair of small hands were holding the edge of the table, and he looked like he was about to stand up, but Yang Ruoqing had already come in, and his face turned red.

However, the small schoolbag was left on the bed and was not opened at all.

With just one glance, Yang Ruoqing felt a little confused.

This child didn't even open his schoolbag, so what was he writing here before? Ink was splashed everywhere.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Dazhi stood up and looked at Yang Ruoqing, his eyes flickering and his words stammering.

"Zhi'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere, son?" Yang Ruoqing asked worriedly, then put down the plate and wanted to reach out and touch Dazhi's forehead.

However, he ducked his head and took two steps back.

Yang Ruoqing scratched her head and was even more surprised. What was wrong with this child?

When I came back from school, I was still chatting and laughing, but why did I seem to have become very lively after having a late dinner?

Could it be that the smell of preserved eggs made the child lose his temper?

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing smiled tenderly, took back her hand, pointed at the scallion egg pancake on the plate and said to Dazhi: "Zhi'er, you didn't eat a few bites at night, you will be hungry later at night."

"Mom has baked your favorite scallion egg pancake for you. There is meat filling in it. Come over and eat it while it's hot."

Dazhi's eyes fell on the cake on the plate on the table, and there was a gleam in his eyes.

He nodded slightly, "Yeah, okay."

But he still stood still.

"Why don't you eat?" Yang Ruoqing asked again, wondering why this child is acting weird?

Dazhi pursed his lips and said, "Mom, go and do your work first. I'll take the plate to the kitchen after I finish eating."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "There's no need to give it away. When my mother brings the bath water, I can just take it away."

Yang Ruoqing left the house and thoughtfully closed the door.

Now that the child is older, he probably has his own secrets, right?

Well, as a mother who respects her children's privacy, if anything happens and the children need her help, they should ask her for help.

Yang Ruoqing thought firmly and came to the front yard.

Halfway through, I heard Luo Baobao's angry voice coming from the front, as if he was scolding someone.

But Chen'er's voice was not heard.

Yang Ruoqing felt nervous and quickly walked forward.

Then he saw Luo Baobao standing there on the edge of the rockery in front of him, with an angry look on his face, hands on his hips, and gnashing his teeth.

Chen'er squatted beside Luo Baobao, lowered her head, and seemed to be tinkering with something with her hands.

"What's wrong, you guys?" Yang Ruoqing asked from a distance and quickly came to them.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming, Luo Baobao hurriedly ran towards Yang Ruoqing, grabbed Yang Ruoqing's hand and said anxiously and angrily: "Mom, Maoqiu's leg was beaten by someone, and he was limping when he walked. I don't know what happened.

What bad guy bullied Maoqiu and made me so angry!"

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing also quickly came to Chen'er.

"Chen'er, how is the fur ball?" Yang Ruoqing looked at the fur ball that Chen'er was playing with and asked.

Chen'er said without raising his head: "I guess he was kicked by someone and rolled down from a high place. The skin of his hind leg was broken, so it was a bit in the way when he walked."

"I just bandaged it. It shouldn't be a big problem if it rests for two days."

Hearing Chen'er's words, Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, Maoqiu has only been in the family for a short period of time, and her feelings for Maoqiu cannot be said to be very deep.

And the puppies are so cute.

But it is my daughter’s treasure. Yang Ruoqing loves the house and crows, so naturally she has to pay some attention to the fur ball.

Beside him, although he heard his brother say that Mao Qiu was fine, Baby Luo still couldn't get rid of his anger.

"Mom, I must find the bad guy who kicked the furball. It's so abominable. He kicked such a cute little puppy so cruelly. What a big bad guy!" Baby Luo said angrily.

Yang Ruoqing touched the soft top of Baby Luo's hair and said, "I didn't even let Furball go outside to play. He just ran around in the yard at home all day long."

"There's no way anyone in the family would be willing to kick it. It's 80% likely that it accidentally fell down the steps," she said.

"Impossible, Maoqiu can't be that stupid." Luo Baobao defended.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said nothing.

Chen'er stood up and said, "Mom is right. Maybe he dropped the hairball himself. This guy is greedy. His favorite thing every time he comes back to my house is to dig through the trash can."

"It thought there was something delicious in the trash can, so it fell into the trash can with itself several times."

Chen'er's words worked, and Baobao Luo no longer groaned angrily to find the murderer of Maoqiu.

He turned around and squatted in front of the furball, raised his hand to tease the furball, and the furball stuck out his tongue and licked Baby Luo's delicate fingers, rolling around on the grass.
Chapter completed!