"You eat carefully and finish your meal, and daddy will find you a little sister to play with." Luo Fengtang said suddenly.

"Really? Can't you lie to me?" Luo Baobao became excited.

Luo Fengtang smiled and said: "When has dad ever lied to you? Hurry up and eat it, eat it big and big!"

"Well, okay!" Baby Luo nodded, quickly put his head down and started eating.

Yang Ruoqing was a little dumbfounded. Looking at Luo Fengtang, was this going to heaven? Can such a guarantee be given to someone else?

Luo Fengtang gave Yang Ruoqing a look that reassured her.

Yang Ruoqing gritted her teeth secretly, don't worry? Why don't you worry? What will you do if you don't let her whole sister come out after breakfast later?

Anyway, I don’t care about this matter. I will chat with the old lady after dinner!

Yang Ruoqing finished breakfast in advance and returned to the backyard, leaving the stall here to Luo Fengtang.

She returned to the backyard, where she was admiring the plum blossoms planted by Mrs. Zuo. She was enjoying herself when she heard footsteps behind her.

The footsteps were not those of Luo Fengtang, but judging from the sound and rhythm, one could tell that they were those of a man.

Who else could it be? Of course it’s the host Zuo Junmo!

"Brother Zuo, what are the two of my family doing right now?" Yang Ruoqing turned around and asked straight to the point.

Zuo Junmo smiled warmly: "Didn't Feng Tang say that he wanted to get a little sister for the baby? Of course he got a little sister!"

Yang Ruoqing blushed a little, "Brother Zuo, you have become bad too, and you are teasing me too!"

Zuo Junmo smiled again, "No, I just think these father and daughter are very interesting. Feng Tang is usually such a majestic general in the eyes of others, but in front of his own daughter, he is a completely different person. Typical

Dear father!"

"Then you mean, I am Yan's mother?" Yang Ruoqing pointed to her nose and asked.

Zuo Junmo was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "No, you are also very gentle and patient with your children."

"Hmph, that's fair, but you can't let Tang Yazi sing the blame, and I'll be the one taking the blame!" she said.

Zuo Junmo came to her and said: "To be honest, I am really envious when I see your family of three joking and playing together, especially since the baby is so smart and cute. I also want a daughter."

"Haha, the prerequisite is that you must first marry a wife and start a family!" Yang Ruoqing joked.

Zuo Junmo said: "Can't you claim one?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "What's the benefit of claiming it? It's more interesting to be born on your own, to look like yourself, and to continue your life and bloodline!"

Zuo Jun curled his lips with ink.

Yang Ruoqing remembered Mrs. Zuo's great trust, and stepped forward and said: "Brother Zuo, I have wanted to ask you for a long time, why are you already thirty years old and why are you still not married?"

Zuo Junmo raised his eyebrows: "Is there anything strange about this?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Of course it's strange. In our understanding, men should marry when they are young and women should marry when they are young. This is the rule."

"Besides, in our farmers' families, boys usually start talking about kissing when they reach adulthood, around seventeen or eighteen years old."

"When I was fourteen and Tang Yazi was eighteen, we got married," she said.

"That's it..." Zuo Junmo crossed his arms across his chest, looked up at the sky, nodded, and looked like he was thinking seriously.

"How's it going? Are you tempted? If you nod and tell me what style you like, girl, I'll help you out immediately!" Yang Ruoqing continued.

But Zuo Junmo shook his head: "I don't have any style or ideas requirements for girls."

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing made an exaggerated expression.

"Brother Zuo, could it be that you haven't started a family because you don't like women? Are you Duan Xiu or Long Yang? Oh my god!"

She deliberately covered her mouth, revealing only a pair of big and bright eyes, filled with fear and astonishment.

Of course, Zuo Junmo could see through this poor acting skills and exaggerated expressions at a glance.

Zuo Junmo had black lines all over his head, "If you want to act, please keep your voice down. Others will hear you later, and I can't even wash it off if I jump into the Yellow River!"

Yang Ruoqing chuckled and put down her hand, "Brother Zuo, seriously, you should really consider finding a sister-in-law and starting a family."

"Even the baby asked me, why does Uncle Zuo's family have no aunt? It would be great if Uncle Zuo's family had little brothers and sisters. She would also like to come over and play as a guest."

"Brother Zuo, find a girl to start a family with. She will accompany you to relieve your boredom and take care of your food and daily life. How wonderful!"

"You said that you have traveled all over the country these years to do such a big business and earn such a big family business, isn't it just to revitalize the family?"

"Also, you are a descendant of the Mo family. Do you want your skills to be passed on to no one?"

"And the old lady, she is getting older every year, and she is almost hallucinating in anticipation of her grandson."

"To sum up, you really need a woman, a woman to help you run the house!" Yang Ruoqing said solemnly.

Seeing that she looked like a matchmaker, her mouth moved quickly when she spoke, and her voice was crisp and clear, like a rapid-fire barrage of words.

Moreover, Zuo Junmo was attracted and wanted to laugh as he danced and gestured with joy.

So, he laughed out loud unkindly.

Yang Ruoqing was furious and couldn't help raising her hand to push Zuo Junmo gently.

"Hey, Brother Zuo, what are you doing? They are talking to you about serious things, which are related to your whole life. How can you laugh at such a serious moment? Don't laugh!"

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh." Zuo Junmo said.

However, her look was really funny, and it made a steady person like him feel uncomfortable.

"Brother Zuo, you are already thirty-three. Let's start a family. Can I help you organize it?" Yang Ruoqing changed her previous domineering tone and said seriously.

"What kind of style do you want? Just tell me and I'll find it for you!" she added.

Zuo Junmo stopped laughing, looked at her seriously, and said, "Seriously?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Zuo Junmo raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples, then looked up at the plum blossoms in front of him, squinted his eyes, and seemed to be organizing his words...

"If I really want to find a woman to spend the rest of my life with me, I hope that my future wife will be someone like this: she can be as good as the moon, but she must have delicate facial features, a smart tongue, and a pure

eyes..."

"She doesn't have to have a family background, but she must be just and brave, have good conduct, be filial to her elders, and like children..."

"I hope she can be a little more confused about other things, but when it comes to accounts, she needs to be smart, because I will hand over all my wealth and property to her to manage and manage, and I will continue to work hard to make money, so that

She will have no worries about food and clothing all her life!"

"I hope she..."

"Hey, wait a minute," Yang Ruoqing suddenly said.

She took out a carbon pen and a piece of paper from her body as if by magic, found a stone next to her and laid the paper on it, then raised her head and winked at him playfully: "Okay, Brother Zuo, what are you doing?"
Chapter completed!