Yang Ruolan's face turned red.

But it couldn't happen.

Time passes bit by bit...

"Da'an, have you finished painting? My legs and feet are sore..."

Yang Ruolan couldn't help but urge her.

Da'an smiled and said: "Sister Lan'er, could you please hold on for a little longer, you'll be fine soon..."

Time continues to flow.

Yang Ruolan felt that the teapot in her hand was getting heavier and heavier.

"Da'an, are you okay? I can't bear it anymore!"

Yang Ruolan urged again.

Daan smiled politely.

"Sister Lan'er, there's still one last bit to go. It'll be fine soon. Just hold on for a little longer..."

Time continues to flow.

In the meantime, Yang Ruoqing got up, drank two bowls of hot tea, and went to the toilet.

Daan is still painting.

Yang Ruolan couldn't bear it anymore.

In order to maintain a slim figure, she skipped dinner at night.

I drank two large bowls of rice soup.

"Da'an, what on earth are you tracing? Are you so slow, counting the strands of my hair?"

She asked angrily, tightening her legs.

After standing for so long without moving, my hands and feet were numb, and my whole body became even colder.

"I don't care, I won't stand anymore!"

Yang Ruolan tried to move, but Yang Ruoqing pinched her wrist.

Under this strong force, Yang Ruolan was frozen in place and unable to move.

"You damn fat girl, what do you want to do?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I am willing to admit defeat. This is what you said."

"You personally agreed to make a painting model for Da'an."

"You can't move until Da'an finishes painting!"

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Yang Ruolan understood something from behind Yang Ruoqing's smiling eyes.

She was so angry that she gritted her teeth: "Damn you, fat girl, I understand, I know you are not so kind!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled even more happily.

"Letting you make a painting model for my brother is flattering you. Don't be shameless!"

"Oh, it's finally tidied up. Sisters, come and see what Da'an's painting looks like..."

The voice of the Huang family's sister-in-law came from outside the kitchen.

Chaotic footsteps came towards the dining hall.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed and she sat back down.

The silver needle hidden at the bottom of her sleeve reached her fingertips, and a cold light flashed near Yang Ruolan's bladder point.

The next moment, she sat back firmly on the stool next to her, yawning.

Her pretty face turned red.

A big girl peed her pants in public, and if word spreads, she will be unable to hold her head up for the rest of her life!

The women had already entered the dining hall.

Yang Ruolan frowned, and when she saw the teapot in her hand, she had an idea.

He staggered and pretended to fall to the ground.

The teapot was smashed and the tea inside was spilled.

Got it all over her body...

Even though she was embarrassed, it was better than peeing her pants, she thought angrily.

"Oh, why did Miss Lan fall?"

The women exclaimed.

Yang also followed the crowd. When he heard the noise, he pushed aside the crowd and rushed in.

Sure enough, I saw Yang Ruolan fall to the ground.

The teapot broke and the tea spilled out, soaking her all over.

Some of those white and delicate little hands were even scratched and bleeding from broken teapot pieces.

Mrs. Yang shouted: "Oh, my Lan'er, what's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong? Your daughter broke the newly bought teapot before it was used for a day. You have to pay for it!"

Tan's voice immediately sounded.

Ms. Yang looked aggrieved and wanted to argue with Mr. Tan.

Yang Ruolan grabbed Yang's arm with tears in her eyes.

"Mom, stop talking and take me back to the house first..."

My wet pants are still stuck to my body, it’s so uncomfortable!

Mrs. Yang quickly helped Yang Ruolan, when mother and daughter passed by Da'an.

Yang Ruolan paused and couldn't help but glance at the paper in front of Daan.

Seeing the thing drawn on the paper, Yang Ruolan was so angry that she fell back and almost spit out a mouthful of blood!

Yang also saw it, and was about to curse, when Yang Ruolan gasped and said, "Let's go, we'll see!"

Yang's mother and daughter left in embarrassment.

All the women gathered behind Daan.

Everyone wants to see the beauty's portrait.

"Oh my God, what is this? She doesn't look like Lan Yatou..." the women were chirping.

Daan looked ashamed.

"My painting skills are poor and my painting skills are still shallow. Although I try my best to figure it out, I still can't describe Sister Lan'er's style. I feel ashamed..."

"It's okay, it's okay. How old are you? You can learn slowly from now on..."

The women were surprisingly tolerant of the young lady.

They were quickly attracted by the movement in the wedding room.

We're having a wedding party tonight.

So I went to see the bridal chamber with a lot of cheers.

In the dining hall, Yang Ruoqing brought the drawing paper to her eyes and started looking at it.

"Pfft..."

She almost fell off her stool.

I finally understand why Yang Ruolan was so resentful when she glanced at her before leaving!

This brother is so evil!

"What are you drawing here? Are they people?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Daan looked innocent.

"I'm just following the painting you taught me, sister."

"Didn't you say this is called a cartoon? Will the characters drawn be very cute? I did it!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The cartoon must be a human being, but you are just a toad blowing air!"

Da'an shrugged, grabbed the drawing paper and folded it: "I tried my best. Sister Lan'er looks like this in my eyes. I paint carelessly!"

Yang Ruoqing has black lines all over her head.

Is this really an eight-year-old young lady?

She was frightened for a while, but fortunately it was her own brother.

Otherwise, I will really be beaten to death by him!

After finishing everything, Mrs. Sun took Da'an and Xiaoan there to watch the wedding.

The men were all there, bursting into laughter from time to time.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, you go and see me. I'll go home first."

Mrs. Sun nodded: "If you are sleepy, go to bed first."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

At this time, converted to Beijing time, it should be around 8 p.m.

She usually doesn't go to bed until around ten o'clock!

When I returned to the backyard, I found that a soybean oil lamp was lit in the kitchen.

There was a faint sound of water inside, as if someone was stirring something.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows slightly.

My parents and two younger brothers all went to my fifth uncle's house.

Who will be in the kitchen at this time?

Could it be the conch girl?

She leaned over quietly and peered into the dim kitchen through the crack in the door.

A tall figure was squatting there, holding something in his hand and stirring it.

Luo Fengtang?

She was surprised and then entered the door.

Luo Fengtang heard the noise behind him and turned his head.

When he saw it was her, a joyful smile appeared on his face.

"Qing'er, are you done?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Why didn't you go home tonight?"
Chapter completed!