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Chapter 4148 Children's Nemesis

Xiaohua called Feng'er who was playing next to her, "Mom is going home. I want to ask if you are hungry. Do you want to stay here for dinner?"

Hearing that Xiaohua was leaving, Feng'er's little chubby hand quickly grabbed a corner of Xiaohua's clothes and wanted to follow her.

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile: "Auntie is going to make eggs for lunch. Do you want to stay and eat together?"

Lying egg is a new way to eat eggs that Yang Ruoqing recently developed. I tried it twice and Chen'er, Baobao and Feng'er all like it.

So after hearing this, Feng'er looked at Yang Ruoqing, then at Xiaohua, and made a decision, "Mom, eat it too!"

This means that the little flowers should also stay.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and teased Xiaohua: "What did you say last time, that Feng'er treats me as an aunt more dearly than he treats you as my own mother? Look, I can't leave you for a moment now. Hey, there is only one person in the world.

Hello, mother, are you satisfied now?"

Xiaohua smiled proudly. She knelt down and straightened Feng'er's little cotton-padded jacket and said, "Mom has to rush back now to make medicine for your Aunt Duo'er. You can stay with Auntie for now and you can take it later."

When you're done, mother will come and pick you up, okay?"

Feng'er nodded, and Xiaohua just left.

Xiaohua walked on the front foot, and Luo Fengtang came to the kitchen on the back foot.

In fact, the reason why Feng'er didn't dare to stay here alone was because he was afraid of Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang is tall and tall. When he doesn't speak or smile, his face is really cold and serious.

In addition, he is a general with thousands of troops and horses at his disposal, and over time he naturally has the majestic aura of a superior.

It's just that he will restrain this momentum. When he is at home, he is exactly the same honest and simple Tang Yazi as before.

But the majesty and cold arrogance deep in his bones will always be revealed inadvertently.

Children, in particular, are like small animals, and most of them now rely on their own intuition.

That's why Feng'er felt the aura of his uncle and was afraid of him.

Not only Feng'er, but also the other children in the village, even if they were usually cute and domineering, were too frightened to act out when they saw Luo Fengtang.

Over time, some villagers in the village used Luo Fengtang's name to scare the crying children at home. Not to mention, it was quite effective.

No, Feng'er, who was originally having fun around Yang Ruoqing's legs, was so frightened when he saw Luo Fengtang coming in that he immediately got into Yang Ruoqing's apron.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh. She held Feng'er's little shoulders and shouted: "Where is this silly kid going? The apron is dirty, come out..."

But Feng'er just wouldn't come out.

She could only turn to look at Luo Fengtang, who had just entered the door, "Look, just now it was a little dragon, scurrying around. Now that you come in, the mouse has seen the cat, and it is so scared that it doesn't dare to come out."

Only then did Luo Fengtang realize that there was a little guy hiding under Yang Ruoqing's apron.

He froze in place and raised his hand to touch his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Do I just have such a terrible face?" He also couldn't laugh or cry.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "Just tell me what to do, I can't even cook here."

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment, turned around and went to the stove, took a few thatch sticks in his hand, and removed the messy branches on the sides, leaving only a straight thatch pole in the middle.

"Feng'er, come here, uncle will show you a good thing." His ten slender fingers dexterously wrapped around the thatch poles, and he called Feng'er with a kind smile.

The voice was also deliberately soft.

Feng'er didn't dare to come out, but when he heard that there was something interesting, he couldn't help but curiously poked his little head out from behind Yang Ruoqing and looked at the mouth of the stove.

Yang Ruoqing leaned down and touched Feng'er's head: "Go and take a look, what is your uncle doing? He seems to be weaving crickets?"

"Cricket?" Feng'er raised his head. The child's face shape and facial features almost matched Xiaohua's.

But only these eyes resemble Daan.

So when Feng'er looked up at Yang Ruoqing, these beautiful eyes suddenly reminded her of her brother Da'an who was far away in the capital.

A burst of longing surged through her, and Yang Ruoqing's eyes looked particularly soft when she looked at Feng'er.

"Yes, where are the crickets? Your uncle knows how to weave crickets. Come and have a look." Yang Ruoqing encouraged.

Luo Fengtang also picked up the half-knitted cricket in his hand and waved it toward Feng'er, tempting him: "Feng'er, come to uncle, and uncle will give you the cricket, okay?"

Feng'er was moved, and moved her short legs to Luo Fengtang's side. At first, she still maintained a certain amount of caution, which could be seen from her standing position.

But later, as the shape of the cricket in Luo Fengtang's hand became clearer and clearer, the little guy couldn't help but moved closer to Luo Fengtang unknowingly.

And I was very curious and asked this and that. The two-year-old child couldn't speak very clearly and his voice was milky.

But this does not hinder communication. Moreover, although Luo Fengtang is artificially portrayed as the 'nemesis' of children by those ignorant village women, in fact, he is a man who loves children very much.

No matter what Feng'er asked, he answered patiently. When the crickets were finished, Luo Fengtang took the initiative to put the thatch crickets into Feng'er's hands under Feng'er's envious eyes.

"My uncle gave it to you, show it to your aunt!" He raised his hand and gently touched Feng'er's head.

Feng'er's attention was completely attracted by the cricket in her hand, and she happily accepted Luo Fengtang's head touch.

Then he took the cricket to Yang Ruoqing who was cooking, held it in his hand and shook it like a treasure.

Yang Ruoqing pretended to be surprised and praised a few words, "Okay, you go over there and tie up the pony, sit there and play with your crickets!"

Feng'er sat back obediently and played with the crickets, chattering in her little mouth, feeling very happy with herself!

Yang Ruoqing took her eyes away from Feng'er and turned to Luo Fengtang.

"Tangyaozi, you are so good, you managed to defeat him so easily." Yang Ruoqing gave Luo Fengtang a thumbs up.

Luo Fengtang likes to hear compliments about his wife the most.

He raised the corners of his lips, grabbed a handful of firewood and threw it into the stove, saying, "What a child wants is actually very simple. Like when I was a child, I dreamed of getting a decent slingshot."

"Later, my uncle made one for me, which made me so excited that I would hold it in my arms when I slept at night, haha..."

When they talked about their childhood, both of them laughed.

"By the way, Qing'er, what was the thing you wanted most when you were a child?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment. She was a time traveler. She had two children, one in ancient times and one in modern times.

The one from ancient times, the one I wanted most when I was a kid was probably...Muzichuan, right?

As for the modern one, what I envied most when I was a child were those children who could live in the sun, live a normal life, have their parents take them to school, go to the park to play together on weekends, and eat delicious food with their parents.

.

There are so many things I want, I don’t even know where to start.
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