Yang Ruoqing looked at the bloodshot eyes and dark circles in his eyes, and said, "You haven't slept all night. It's hard to attend class in this state. You should have a good rest at home today and start tomorrow!"

"Today, I will go to the school to say hello to Mr. Han and let him take over for the day..."

"It doesn't have to be like this." Mu Zichuan interrupted Yang Ruoqing.

"If you are really worried, I can rest all morning. I will go to school after noon. You let Mr. Han stay up all day first," he said.

"Are you sure your body can handle it?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Mu Zichuan smiled: "Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Well, that's settled, I have to go back."

Mu Zichuan stood up to see them off. When they arrived at the door, Yang Ruoqing looked at the chimney with smoke, turned around and warned Mu Zichuan: "Don't go to bed hungry. Eat some breakfast before going to bed later. Remember, remember!"

Mu Zichuan smiled and nodded, with a touch of warmth flowing in his eyes.

It wasn't until Yang Ruoqing's figure disappeared that he turned around and prepared to go back to the house.

The maid came out of the room and asked, "Master, breakfast is ready. Do you want to use it now?"

Mu Zichuan said: "One portion each of porridge and side dishes, bring them to the main room. I'll go wash up first."

Muzichuan's breakfast is very simple and light, with not many portions and few varieties.

Because he has always been a person who doesn't care about appetite, and his appetite is not very big.

In comparison, the breakfast at Lao Luo's house was extremely rich and varied.

There are two kinds of porridge, millet porridge, and preserved egg and lean meat porridge that Luo Baobao likes to eat.

In addition, there are one steamed dumplings stuffed with leek, egg and vermicelli, and one steamed dumpling stuffed with Chinese cabbage and lean meat.

Tuoba Xian likes to eat soft northern steamed buns, Wang Cuilian has good teeth and likes to eat crispy rice, and Blacksmith Luo likes to eat fried leftover rice overnight.

So on the table, there are not only porridge, steamed buns, dumplings, crispy rice, egg fried rice, but also Yang Ruoqing’s favorite fried glutinous rice cake.

At the dinner table, Yang Ruoqing told Chen'er and Luo Baobao that Mu Zichuan was going to school to temporarily take over Yang Yongxian's job and be a substitute teacher.

Chen'er said: "Zichuan's uncle Ding You is really bored at home. Going to school to teach can give him something to do, so that he won't be bored and empty. Seeing things and missing people will only increase his sadness."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "That's true. During this period, he was bored every day and had nothing to do. He read and wrote every day, living a life that was reversed day and night."

"I went over to tell him about this before, and he just lay down and got up again. The circles under his eyes were dark. It's good to go to school. It's tiring, but at least it's fulfilling."

Luo Baobao said excitedly: "Uncle Zichuan is good-looking and talented. If he becomes our teacher, the female students in our class will be excited to death!"

The other people at the table couldn't help but laugh when they heard Luo Baobao's words.

Yang Ruoqing also has black lines on her head.

"How come you little brats are all so mature in your thinking? If you just say something like an adult, Uncle Zichuan is enough to be your father!" Yang Ruoqing pretended to be angry and said.

Luo Baobao defended: "Uncle Zichuan is a handsome man. All the female students in our class say so, and I am not the only one who says so."

"By the way, there is also my uncle Da'an, who is also a handsome man. However, in my heart, uncle Zichuan and uncle Da'an are not as good as my brother. My brother is the most handsome and capable in the world.

The person, brother, right?"

As Luo Baobao spoke, he smiled and winked at Chen'er. He was so playful and cute.

Chen'er smiled fondly, put a steamed dumpling stuffed with cabbage and lean meat, dipped it in some sauce, and put it on the plate in front of Baby Luo.

"Everything you say is right. Come on, eat it while it's hot. After you finish eating, my brother will take you to school."

…

After arranging the school affairs, Yang Ruoqing's heart dropped halfway, and the next step was to pay attention to the affairs of her cousin.

"Your father left last night and hasn't come back yet. However, your father has been here no less than three times this morning."

Yang Ruoqing came to her parents' house next door, and Mrs. Sun said this to her as soon as they met.

"Among the grandchildren, my father cares most about my eldest cousin. Among the great-grandchildren, Xiu'er is the one he cares most about now. It's not unusual to make three trips. I guess he didn't even sleep a wink last night." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun said: "If that doesn't work, let's go to the town and have a look. Waiting at home is just a waste of time."

Before Yang Ruoqing could respond, Old Yang came over for the fourth time.

"Mother Qing'er, has the third child come back?" the old man asked as he walked in.

"Not yet," said Sun.

"Why haven't you come back yet?" Old Yangtou's eyes suddenly dimmed, and there was another layer of worry on his face.

Seeing the old man's deep-set eye sockets and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes that could trap mosquitoes, Yang Ruoqing was sure that he barely slept a wink last night.

"Sir, what's going on with Xiu'er? Why is he panting like that all of a sudden?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask.

The child was born prematurely and was weak, as everyone knew.

So he has been living well in the house, out of the wind and rain. After returning to Lao Yang's house, I didn't hear anything about him getting sick.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Old Yangtou sighed and said: "Xiu'er has been sick for many days, and I only found out about it these two days. It's all Li Xiuxin's fault. He couldn't take good care of the child and made the child sick. Why?

You hid it from us, and we didn’t know until we couldn’t hide it anymore, she is really a vicious woman!”

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing asked tentatively: "Logically speaking, Li Xiuxin is Xiu'er's biological mother. The mother must hope that her son will be well. Maybe she neglected her care and was afraid of being blamed, so she hid it first.

?”

Old Yang snorted coldly and his beard trembled a few times.

"Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds, and that Li Xiuxin is worse than a beast." The old man said.

"Originally, these things are not my business, nor my responsibility to talk about them, but your breasts are not here, and you asked about them, so I will just say a few words."

"This Li Xiuxin is really nothing. In order to compete for favor, she used Xiu'er as a cover. She was deliberately sloppy when taking care of Xiu'er, and made Xiu'er cough as an excuse to call Yongxian to her house to take care of their mother and son."

"How can any mother in the world embarrass her child for her own selfish desires? She is so stupid. If anything happens to Xiu'er this time, I will never be done with her!"

Yang Ruoqing and Sun looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

It’s really unimaginable that Li Xiuxin would make a fuss about her child’s health in order to suppress Liao Meiying. She is so cruel!

Isn't she worried about her child's special situation?
Chapter completed!