"...Jingling, this kid, although he still refuses to speak, he should understand in his heart."

Zuo Junmo took a sip of tea and narrowed his eyes. When he talked about his son, the pride and satisfaction in his expression were beyond words.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled as she watched and listened, feeling even more sincerely happy for him.

In the past, Brother Zuo was lonely. Although his career was very successful, his family was not perfect.

Especially when facing the elderly Zuo's mother, the guilt of being the son of a human being in his heart could not be filled. It was not until the appearance of Jingling that the Zuo family became alive and Zuo's mother had sustenance.

In the past, when chatting with Zuo Junmo, they talked most about the situation outside, things in the business world, and what he had seen outside. But now, while chatting, the topic suddenly shifted to the children.

Zuo Junmo likes to talk about his son more and more, and shares some interesting things about Jingling with Yang Ruoqing. Although he doesn't realize it, in Yang Ruoqing's eyes, his increasingly down-to-earth chat content just proves that he now has a deep appreciation for him.

He was very satisfied with his life, and the father-son relationship between him and Jingling became even deeper.

"... Jingling and I originally arranged to come to your place last month, but Jingling was injured and fell on his arm. It was delayed until now."

Zuo Junmo's mouth went dry as he talked, so he picked up the tea bowl and took a big sip.

Yang Ruoqing's expression tightened slightly and she quickly asked: "What's going on? Why did you fall on your arm? Is the situation serious?"

Seeing the concern in her eyes, Zuo Junmo felt quite relieved and smiled: "It was indeed a bit serious at the time, and the whole arm was swollen. Fortunately, it gradually improved after conditioning, and it is now fully recovered."

Yang Ruoqing asked again: "How did you fall? Did you fight with someone? That's not right. Jingling is a kid with a reserved and quiet personality, not a restless temper."

Mentioning this, Zuo Junmo smiled helplessly.

"Speaking of this, it's a bit funny. After all, this child has a child's heart and loves to play at heart."

"A few months ago we passed through the Yunnan-Guizhou area. There was a bleeding plant growing in the local mountains. The brown-red blood was very similar to chicken blood. The local people called it Chicken Spath."

"Originally, this was considered a type of herbal medicine, but this kid heard somewhere that wearing jewelry made of Millipeda can attract good luck, avoid harm, strengthen the body, and secretly went to the valley without telling me.

While picking, I was attacked by an eagle and fell. As a result, I broke my arm and had to wear a plaster bandage for more than half a month."

"So that's what happened!" Yang Ruoqing pushed a strand of bangs behind her ears, smiling helplessly and a little scared.

"Eagles are extremely ferocious birds. Even adults like us may be attacked if we are a little slack, let alone a child. Thinking about it makes me sweat for him!" she said.

Zuo Junmo was noncommittal. He rushed to the scene of the incident and saw Jingling with a bruised nose and a swollen face. One of his arms was limp and hanging by his side. At his feet, there was a huge black eagle with a sharp arrow stuck in its neck. His body was still struggling violently.

When he was an eagle feather, he was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat!

After the incident passed, he would dream about this scene for several days in a row. Could it be that as people get older, their hearts become more fragile?

"Did he pick the last part of the Millet Spatholobus?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask about the follow-up.

After going through so much hardship, even if he failed to collect the Millet Spatholobus at that time, Zuo Junmo would definitely overcome all difficulties and help Jingling collect it later.

"I picked it up and kept it close to my body like a treasure," Zuo Junmo said.

"Just got it." Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, Jingling finally got his wish.

"But I saw that cut of Millet Spatholobus at that time, and I never saw it again. I asked him, but he didn't tell me. Qing'er, tell me, this heat in less than half a day is really that of a child.

What a good character!" Zuo Junmo said as he shook his head, looking helpless but also doting on his face.

Yang Ruoqing also laughed, "He is a child after all, so he is not very enthusiastic, but he must have loved it wholeheartedly at the time, and he got it despite all the difficulties. This is enough."

Many adults like the new and dislike the old, let alone a nine-year-old child?

Lunch was quickly served at noon.

This time, considering that the father and son were driving very fast without stopping to eat, Yang Ruoqing discussed with Wang Cuilian in advance that they would not prepare the even-numbered dishes for lunch, but only the dishes that go with the meal.

Let's deal with it and wait until night to greet them properly.

So, Wang Cuilian asked Blacksmith Luo to go out from the backyard gate, fish out a grass carp weighing nearly four kilograms from her own fish pond, cut the tofu skin and vegetables to make a pot of grilled fish that was charred and spicy.

While Blacksmith Luo was fishing for fish, he also caught a bagful of lively green-skinned prawns. He cut them into two halves in the middle, removed the dirty threads and neatly stacked them on top of the pre-soaked vermicelli. Then he covered the shrimps with minced garlic and poured them on them.

Add a few drops of shochu and put it in the pot to steam, so when the meal is about to begin, the aroma wafts from the kitchen to the front yard and main room.

"Jingling, let's sit together."

Luo Baobao patted the stool next to him and called Zuo Jingling.

Zuo Jingling sat down next to her obediently.

While Zuo Junmo got up and drank with Blacksmith Luo, Yang Ruoqing and the others invited Zuo Jingling to eat some food.

"Can't you pick up the grilled fish?" Yang Ruoqing asked. Just when he was thinking about whether to use serving chopsticks to pick up a piece for Jingling, a figure stood up and stretched his chopsticks towards the sizzling fish on the charcoal stove in the middle.

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"I'll give it to Jingling." It's Luo Baobao.

Look at what he can do, he looks like a little grown-up.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, then her eyes fell on the scarlet bracelet that was as shiny as chicken blood on Baby Luo's wrist.

As a mother, she knew exactly what accessories Luo Baobao had on her body.

She can guarantee that she has never seen this bracelet before today.

In other words, this bracelet was only given to Baobao Luo after Zuo Junmo and his son arrived. Could it be...a gift from Jingling?

But this color, material, neither gold nor silver nor jade, and this color...could it be?

"Hey, what is the baby wearing on his wrist? Why haven't you seen it before?"

Wang Cuilian asked Yang Ruoqing's guess in one sentence. As she asked, the eyes of everyone at the table were all drawn to the vermilion bracelet on Luo Baobao's white wrist that was exposed when he was picking vegetables.

Zuo Junmo's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he and Yang Ruoqing were thinking about the same thing.

Luo Baobao dragged a large piece of fish belly meat into Zuo Jingling's bowl, then put down his chopsticks, raised his wrist and gently shook the bracelet, raised the corners of his lips and said happily: "This is a gift from Jingling."
Chapter completed!