He opened his eyes when he heard footsteps and saw that it was really her. He was a little surprised: "Why didn't you go to eat?"

Yang Ruoqing picked up the feather duster stuck in the bottle and dusted her body a few times, "I have to come back and eat with you!"

Luo Fengtang was satisfied, and his eyes became softer, "You silly girl, why don't you sit at the table and eat all kinds of hot dishes? Why do you have to come and accompany me!"

Yang Ruoqing cast a playful look at him: "You are my man, I will eat with you. I have a big appetite. I can only eat three bowls normally, but maybe I can finish five bowls this time."

Luo Fengtang smiled.

"But I'm not very hungry at noon. I can just make some rice soup and that's enough..."

When Yang Ruoqing heard this, she knew that his body was still not fully recovered. Only when his appetite regained consciousness and he wanted to eat when he was hungry would he really get better.

"It's not good to drink rice soup. An old man like you won't have enough energy to carry such a small amount of food in his stomach, and his body will recover slowly," Yang Ruoqing said.

"If you want to recover faster, you have to force yourself to eat more. If you follow your own taste, it will only prolong the illness. You choose one."

Luo Fengtang did not hesitate: "Okay, then let me eat!"

I have been lying in bed for two days in a row. I can't do anything physically, let alone accompany my wife and daughter to visit relatives. This feeling is very bad and bad.

He wanted to get better quickly, so even if he had no appetite, even if he regarded food as bitter medicine, he would force himself to eat it.

Soon, Yang Ruoqing brought the food for the two of them.

Two red lacquered wood multi-layer insulated food boxes produced by Tianxianglou, the food in the food boxes are taken out and placed on the lazy table on the bed.

Braised lion head, braised pork belly in old hen soup, spinach and pork liver soup, egg and shrimp soup, stir-fried cabbage, sweet and sour peanuts, braised dried seeds.

Two bowls of pointed white rice were sprinkled with a few lovely black sesame seeds.

"How is it? Isn't this food worse than the one in the front yard?"

Yang Ruoqing handed him a pair of chopsticks and asked with a smile.

The surprise in Luo Fengtang's eyes faded, and he nodded and praised Yang Ruoqing: "It is indeed my wife's handiwork!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled with crooked eyebrows and a sullen expression on her face.

"It's just that none of these dishes are spicy, how can you eat them?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to her neck: "During the twelfth lunar month, I eat either crucian carp or beef offal every day. I'm getting angry. I need to eat lighter these days."

Luo Fengtang was dubious.

The Qing'er he knew, even if his gums were on fire, he couldn't live without a bowl of spicy scrambled eggs.

Although she didn't admit it, he knew that she was considering that he couldn't eat spicy food, so she ate these light dishes with him.

"I've really wronged you." As soon as Luo Fengtang opened his mouth, his voice was covered by Yang Ruoqing's voice.

She took a bite of cabbage and said to him excitedly: "Dou'er and the others don't raise cattle. They killed several cows years ago. Our family took care of their business and bought more than fifty kilograms. As a result, Shengnan sent another forty kilograms." How many kilograms, now our family has hundreds of kilograms of beef!"

"During the twelfth lunar month, my aunt and I stewed the beef and air-dried it in different ways. This year, our family will eat all the beef!"

"You take good care of your health. When you recover, I will cut you two pounds of beef shank that I braised myself. I'm sure you'll like it!"

Luo Fengtang nodded with a smile, "Okay!"

"Here, take a few sips of chicken soup to moisten your throat before eating." Yang Ruoqing pushed the soup in front of him.

"Um."

"Here, have another piece of pig belly."

"good."

"I chopped this shrimp paste and added a little minced meat to it. Open your mouth and I'll feed you!"

"Qing'er, you eat too."

"I'm not in a hurry. You're sick. You need to eat your fill first. I'll be full after a quick meal."

After lunch, Zhou Wang sat casually for a while and then left.

At that time, Luo Fengtang had finished drinking the medicine and fell into a deep sleep again, so Yang Ruoqing came to the front yard to see Zhou Wang off in place of Luo Fengtang. She held a baggage roll in her hand, which was filled with various snacks and snacks. This was for New Year greetings.

Return gift.

Receive the candies, cakes, and other New Year gifts brought by Zhou Wang, and then exchange them for your own snacks for people to take back to pick up the children at home. There are comings and goings, and everyone is happy to be relatives.

"Tell Tangyazi to take good care of himself. After two days when the illness is better and the snow has almost melted, we can go to my house to pay New Year greetings." Zhou Wang said before leaving.

Yang Ruoqing naturally smiled and said yes.

Although Blacksmith Luo was very sad that his nephew was leaving so soon, it was getting dark early and his nephew was coming on foot, so he really couldn't delay.

So Blacksmith Luo patted Zhou Wang on the shoulder: "Then uncle won't keep you. Go back and tell your mother that when the snow stops, you can either send her here or send her a message, and I will pick her up. Come over here."

How many days will you stay?"

When it comes to this, Wang Cuilian, as the elder sister-in-law, naturally has to echo a few words: "Yes, ask your mother to come and stay for a few days, and our sisters-in-law can talk."

Zhou Wang naturally smiled and said hello to this invitation, and just like that, the Luo family sent Zhou Wang to the door of the courtyard and watched his figure condense into a small black dot at the end of the road.

"Tang Yazi is sleeping. He won't wake up until dark. Uncle, aunt, I'll go to my parents' house for a while. If Tang Yazi wakes up early, please call me."

"Okay, you go and do your work, we are at home."

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian also felt very sorry for Yang Ruoqing.

Normally, she would make seventy or eighty trips to her parents' house a day, but since Tang Yazi got sick, she has not been there even once in two days, which is really hard for her.

As soon as Yang Ruoqing entered the courtyard, she met Daan and Xiaohua Doumian.

"It's so cold here, where are you three going?" Yang Ruoqing asked jokingly.

Daan said: "We were just going to see how our brother-in-law was doing."

Daan held the tightly wrapped Fuwa in his arms and pointed at the bowl in Xiaohua's hand that was tightly wrapped with a handkerchief.

"Xiaohua made Cordyceps Chicken Soup and gave a bowl to her brother-in-law to replenish his energy. Sister, why are you here free?"

Knowing that they were going to visit Luo Fengtang, Yang Ruoqing's face was moved.

But she still took the Fuwa and said to them: "Don't go. Your brother-in-law just took medicine and fell asleep. That's why I took the time to come over."

In this case, Da'an and Xiaohua looked at each other and decided not to disturb their brother-in-law for the time being.

But when Fuwa saw the adults walking back, the little one was unhappy.

"Go play, play..."

She struggled in Yang Ruoqing's arms, trying to twist her buttocks in protest. Her chubby hands were gloved and she pointed awkwardly at the door of the courtyard.

She was very happy, "Xiaohua, you go back to the house with sister, I will take the little thing to Ga Gong's house to play for a while."

They were all in the yard, and there was no way to appease her without going to another family to play.
Chapter completed!