"Tangyaozi, please continue talking." Yang Huazhong said again.

Luo Fengtang nodded and continued: "Qing'er and I actually don't have high expectations for Chen'er, Dazhi, and Baobao, these three children."

"We only hope that our three children will grow up in peace and be neither naughty nor stupid, neither lazy nor lazy. They will not lack what others have, and they will live a life that is not tiring!"

"Qing'er said that giving children too much expectations will invisibly give them pressure and burden,"

"As time goes by, if the child fails to do well and does not do what he expects, the child's own confidence will be frustrated, which is not good for the child!"

This was the longest thing Luo Fengtang said after returning home. Every word was true, and Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo were stunned.

After a while, Yang Huazhong came back to his senses and said: "That makes sense. In fact, your mother-in-law and I thought the same way about Qing'er and Da'an, the three siblings."

"At that time, Qing'er had just started the tofu business. We didn't think about anything else, so we were secretly happy. We felt that our daughter was capable and earned some living money for the family to supplement the family income."

"Later, when Da'an went to school, we didn't think about asking him to get the first prize in the exam. We just felt that not only the eldest grandson of our old Yang family could go to school, but also our third brother could afford to send our children to school,"

"Read more books, know more words, and understand more principles of life. It will always be beneficial in the future."

Luo Fengtang nodded: "Qing'er told me that she said that father-in-law and mother-in-law are the most sensible parents in the world."

"It's also because of parents like you that she has the opportunity to go out and sell tofu."

Yang Huazhong grinned, and then sighed: "In the final analysis, I don't have the ability. If I had the ability, why would I let my daughter go out and show her face?"

"No one would be so stupid as to let go of that good life and just go out and show off to make money, hey!"

Here, Blacksmith Luo's tone returned to normal.

"I listened for a while and found that Tangyazi and Qing'er's considerations are indeed reasonable," he said.

"From now on, let's keep the joy deep in our hearts. As long as the children grow up healthy and safely, marry what they deserve in the future, and live a smooth life, then we will be satisfied."

"Let me say something treasonous again, what can even the emperor do? Can he still eat six meals a day? Can he sleep on one more piece of land than us?"

"No matter how wide the dragon bed is, where you lie down is almost the same as us, and you are even more tired than us. You have to worry about everything you eat and do, right?"

Yang Huazhong gave Blacksmith Luo a thumbs up: "That makes sense!"

Blacksmith Luo laughed, and the two men turned to chat about the harvest.

Luo Fengtang then turned on the boring gourd mode again, sitting aside and smiling as he listened to his elders' daily routine.

Occasionally, he would get up and refill tea for the elders.

Sometimes Luo Baobao's shouts are heard in the yard outside, and he has to take the time to get up and go out to take a look.

Just like that, they waited until Yang Ruoqing and the others finished clearing the dishes in the backyard, and the children were tired from playing, so it was time to go home and go to bed.

"My daughter is gone, let's go home."

Luo Fengtang came to the courtyard outside and called for Luo Baobao to come over. He would reach out to hold his daughter's hand out of habit.

However, Luo Baobao put his little hand into Chen'er's hand.

"Dad, my brother and I can hold hands. You can hold my mother's hand!"

The little girl smiled playfully at Luo Fengtang and made a face.

He turned around and took Chen'er's hand, jumping up and down and walking out of the yard.

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Ruoqing.

"With my brother, I, as a father, will not be treated well!" The dignified general, a figure who frightened the enemies on the battlefield, had a look of resentment on his face at this moment, like a scornful little wife.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh without covering her mouth.

"For now, I am clinging to your son. When he grows up in the future, he will be clinging to your future son-in-law. Sometimes you will get jealous." Yang Ruoqing joked.

Luo Fengtang sighed, "Hey, there is nothing I can do. I have to think about this day to raise a daughter. Forget it, I'd better hold my wife's hand."

He took her hand and strode toward the courtyard door.

Back home, Yang Ruoqing took Baby Luo to the bathroom to take a bath.

Luo Fengtang and Chen'er went to the study to talk.

By the time he came back from the study, Yang Ruoqing had already sent Luo Baobao back to the house to sleep, and the rest of the time was finally left to the couple.

"You came back so fast that you definitely didn't take a proper bath. I put hot water in the bathroom for you, so you can take a good bath."

Yang Ruoqing told him, holding a pile of folded clean clothes in her hand.

Luo Fengtang glanced at her and said, "Wash together?"

Yang Ruoqing gave him a look, "I'm in trouble, why should I wash myself? Go take a shower quickly!"

She stuffed the clothes into his arms and pushed him into the bathroom.

When he came out from washing, she sat under the lamp, holding his clothes in her hands and immersed herself in mending them.

"Qing'er, I've finished washing."

He came behind her, leaned over and hugged her from behind, his lips gently caressing her neck.

"No more sewing, sleep? Huh?" He whispered against her earlobe.

The breath he exhaled was very hot, and it tickled and numbed her neck.

She giggled and twisted to dodge.

"Don't make trouble, the last two stitches will be done soon," she said.

"Then I'll accompany you!" he said again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "No, it's cold on the ground, and you just took a shower, so go and wrap yourself up in bed."

Luo Fengtang said: "It's not cold, I'll just wear a cloak."

He turned around and took the cloak and put it on his shoulders, then filled a hot water bottle and put it on Yang Ruoqing's lap so that she could press it against her belly.

"How's your stomach? Does it still hurt?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "The pain has stopped a long time ago."

"As long as it doesn't hurt," Luo Fengtang said.

If the pain persists, go to the doctor to get medicine.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him and said: "The main reason is that the brown sugar water you brewed works. Drinking it will take effect immediately."

Luo Fengtang grinned.

"When I get to the bed later, I'll rub it for you. My big, warm and rough palms are not bad either," he said.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell on his palm, her face was filled with sweetness, and she nodded lightly.

"Last time I wrote you a letter to tell you about the results of Chen'er and Zhi'er's exams, but you didn't reply, so I couldn't help but have some random thoughts at home."

While threading the needle, she told Luo Fengtang.

"Reason tells me that you must be busy with military affairs, but this person's mind can't help but guess the bad things. The more he guesses, the more mysterious he becomes. Hey!" She smiled and shook her head.

He shook his head.

Hearing her words, Luo Fengtang's eyes were filled with guilt.
Chapter completed!