She knew all about that wolfish ambition.

Why not let her help this time? She really wants to help the patient.

Do you have no idea about her?

That's impossible. I have no idea. So what were you doing before?

Yang Ruoqing smiled secretly.

Well, it's very likely that he hasn't taken a shower for a long time, and he's really a little sloppy, and he's embarrassed to let her see it.

"Tangyaozi, you wash up first, and I'll get you some food. You can eat before going to bed."

"good."

Hearing her footsteps leaving, someone in the bathroom breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if she is sick, she doesn't dare to come in to help.

He knew his situation well, and as long as she stepped into this place, he was afraid that he would be unable to control her.

He has not recovered from his illness yet, so he cannot pass on his illness to her just for the sake of temporary pleasure.

Therefore, he could only shut her out cruelly, hoping that she would understand his good intentions!

When Yang Ruoqing brought breakfast from the kitchen, Luo Fengtang had already come out of the bathroom, changed into clean clothes and sat on the bed, with a quilt on his legs and a coat on his upper body.

A tall, bright girl with slender legs was sitting sideways on the bed, holding one of Luo Fengtang's hands and gently shaking her coquettishly.

Luo Fengtang, the God of War of the Qi Dynasty, a cold-faced general known for his iceberg face, was staring at the girl with eyes so gentle that he could squeeze out water.

He even raised his hand and gently pinched the girl's oval face, and his every move was doting on her.

When Yang Ruoqing saw this scene, a copywriting she had seen before suddenly popped into her mind:

Look, it’s this little goblin who lives in my husband’s house, spends the money my husband earns, and is picky about me, my first wife. Instead of helping me, my husband actually takes her side.

But I still don’t have the slightest idea about her, so just say it’s annoying or not!

"Eat, eat, eat!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted twice and put the tray directly on her seat.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the breakfast on the tray. There were porridge, steamed buns and steamed dumplings.

"Daughter, have you had breakfast?" he asked.

Baby Luo shook his head, "I came over to see dad as soon as I opened my eyes, and I haven't even thought about eating yet!"

Luo Fengtang's pupils lit up a little, "Really? Then you must be starving. Come, let's eat with dad."

"Dad, I'll go eat by myself later. This is yours, you eat it."

"Dad, don't be in a hurry. You eat first. You are growing up right now, so you need to have regular meals."

Luo Fengtang suddenly became very verbose, holding Luo Baobao's hand and giving instructions again and again.

"Oh...I know, I remember it!"

"Really remember? Don't be perfunctory, dad."

"Oh, Dad, you are so verbose, even more verbose than my mother..."

At the table, Yang Ruoqing was serving porridge to Luo Fengtang in a small bowl. She listened to the conversation between the father and daughter and glanced over from the corner of her eye from time to time.

Father and daughter, you only have me in your eyes, and I only have you in my eyes.

No one noticed the weak, helpless and slightly resentful look in his eyes at the table.

"Baby, if you want to eat, come over quickly and take a few bites. If you don't want to eat, go to the kitchen and help your grandma. You're such a big girl, don't let this get in the way."

When Luo Baobao heard this, he was furious.

"Mom, what are you talking about? I'm here to accompany my father, why are you in the way?"

"Dad, listen to what my mother said. It's so heartbreaking. The words of this young man with little education just don't make sense..."

"I haven't studied enough?"

Yang Ruoqing pointed to her nose and asked.

As a human being in two lifetimes, I was treated as an illiterate for the first time.

"Daughter, you are wrong about this. Your mother has written several novels, and your mother is full of ink!" Luo Fengtang glanced at the tense mother and daughter, and quickly tried to smooth things over, working hard.

and mud.

"And Qing'er, don't say that our daughter is in the way. She is worried about me!"

The two of them were just joking, but Luo Fengtang stood in the middle and helped to say nice things. The two soon looked at each other and smiled.

"Dad, I won't stay here to eat. Let my mother accompany you. I will go to the kitchen to help my grandma cook breakfast. It's the first day of the new year!"

Luo Fengtang's face was filled with relief, "It's rare for you to have such filial piety, so go ahead!"

After Luo Baobao left in a hurry, Yang Ruoqing sat on the bedside with a rice bowl: "Shall I feed you?"

Luo Fengtang wanted to do it, but shook his head and refused.

"I can do it on my own, so you can eat with me."

The weather was so cold, and if she came to feed him, she wouldn't even bother to eat.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "It's okay. The porridge is still hot. I'll drink it up in a few mouthfuls later. I'd better feed you first."

"But……"

"It's nothing, stop talking nonsense and open your mouth!"

Luo Fengtang smiled helplessly and had no choice but to cooperate obediently.

His body was still very weak. Although he no longer had a fever, his head was swollen and his energy was being depleted quickly.

After breakfast, Yang Ruoqing asked him to drink some medicine, which had ingredients to help him sleep.

After drinking the medicine, Blacksmith Luo and Tuoba Xian came over. Luo Fengtang chatted with them for a short while before falling asleep.

Everyone, please get out of the house quickly and let him rest.

He held Yang Ruoqing's hand before going to sleep, his voice already a little unclear.

"Qing'er, I'm sorry. I can't accompany you on New Year's Day. I will accompany you to visit relatives..."

Yang Ruoqing gently held his hand: "Fool, it's not surprising that relatives leave every year. The most important thing is that you take good care of your health!"

The corners of his lips curled up, and his eyelids were already fighting.

Yang Ruoqing leaned over and kissed his forehead gently, then touched his face: "Okay, go to sleep. When you are well, we will visit relatives together."

After Luo Fengtang fell asleep, Yang Ruoqing put down the tent, added a few pieces of new charcoal to the charcoal brazier in the room, then closed the door and went to the main room in the front yard.

The main room was even cleaner and tidier than yesterday. Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but be startled when she saw this situation.

"Auntie, why don't you take a break? Are you cleaning the house on the first day of the new year?"

Usually before the third day of the Lunar New Year, after the house is cleaned, those melon seed shell snack bags and the like cannot be poured out.

Those all mean "wealth", and wealth must be kept at home, so if you go to any house in the village before the third day of the Lunar New Year, you will find a cluster of "wealth" piled behind the door of their house.

But behind the door of the Luo family's house, there was nothing.

They poured all their money outside? There's something wrong!

Sure enough, Wang Cuilian's expression was a bit strange when she heard Yang Ruoqing ask this.

Blacksmith Luo also scratched his head and sat there smiling awkwardly.

Finally, Hongxiu and Luo Baobao were also there. They were reading a military book brought back by Luo Fengtang, and they were discussing something in low voices while they were reading.

Luo Baobao took the time to raise her head and saw that neither Wang Cuilian nor Blacksmith Luo could answer, so she told the truth.

"Mom, Uncle Yongqing defecated in our main room last night. The smell was terrible. My grandparents cleaned up all night, lit incense all night, and opened the windows to ventilate the smell. Only then did the smell disappear.

of."

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing really thought she heard wrong.
Chapter completed!