A skinny kitten was hiding behind a broom in the corner, meowing, its thin tail tightly tucked behind its legs, standing there tremblingly.

"This poor little guy looks really distressed."

Yang Ruoqing hooked her fingers towards it and imitated its voice and called twice. Unexpectedly, the kitten walked toward her tremblingly.

When he reached her, he tilted his head and took the initiative to rub the back of her hand.

"Haha, the little thing is so cute."

"Are you hungry? Or thirsty?"

"This cat should be raised by your father. Look, the cat bowls are still there." Luo Fengtang raised his hand and pointed to the corner, and there were indeed two small bowls there.

One bowl is filled with water, and the other bowl is empty. Perhaps the food that was filled before was not cleaned in time, which attracted a lot of ants. They were densely packed in and out of the bowl. People with trypophobia saw this scene.

Got goosebumps.

"This kitten's belly isn't very flat, so he shouldn't be hungry. Why does he keep meowing?"

Yang Ruoqing muttered to herself, then picked it up and looked at it carefully.

"Ah, it turns out the toe is injured, Tangyazi, look, it seems to be bleeding!"

Luo Fengtang also knelt down to take a look, nodded and said: "Looking at it like this, it's probably because it was affected when you hit something with your breasts earlier."

"Tsk, tsk, what a pitiful little thing. What a disaster." Yang Ruoqing said, taking out the golden sore medicine from her body to treat its wounds.

"It's not good for your child to bend over. Let me take care of it!" Luo Fengtang said.

"You? Aren't you afraid of the kitten scratching you?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang was very surprised. He even dared to fight tigers, and he had a good relationship with Wolf King Zhuiyun Zhuifeng and his son. However, he was a little afraid to approach furry cubs like kittens.

This may be like the kind of Yang Ruoqing who dared to pull off the snake skin from head to tail, but when she saw the mouse's tail, her teeth chattered with fear.

“It can be restrained.”

Luo Fengtang said, reaching out to take the kitten.

Yang Ruoqing clearly felt that when his fingers touched the plush fur on the back of the kitten's neck, her arms visibly stiffened, and then she began to treat the kitten's wound.

It's really very, very good to be restrained.

He restrained himself in this way to prevent me from getting hurt. He is really my considerate and good Tang Yazi!

Luo Fengtang's ability to deal with wounds was not inferior to Yang Ruoqing's, and soon the kitten's injured paw was properly treated.

Yang Ruoqing held the kitten on her lap and gently stroked its little head. At the same time, she had to pay attention to what was going on in the house behind her.

I don't know what the old lady would say to the old man. She would say it mysteriously behind closed doors, and her voice would be as low as if she was hiding under the covers. Even someone with her good hearing would not be able to hear clearly.

There were rapid footsteps behind her, and Yang Ruoqing knew that it was Sun who was coming without turning around.

"Qing'er, why are you sitting here? Isn't the stone mill cold?"

"The sun is shining warmly, and I'm covered with a cloak!"

Yang Ruoqing pointed to her body. Luo Fengtang's cloak was neatly folded and cushioned. Not only was it not cold, it was also very soft.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said, "If there is a stool, I have to sit on Tang Yazi's clothes. What do you mean? Get up quickly!"

In the hearts of local women like Sun, there are many taboos, and Yang Ruoqing violated one taboo in front of her.

Yang Ruoqing looked innocent.

Luo Fengtang said quickly: "Mother-in-law, I don't blame Qing'er. It's me who insists on her sitting like this. We don't have those taboos."

Mrs. Sun was helpless, "Tangyazi, I know you love Qing'er, but don't spoil her."

"Mom, is Tang Yazi your son or am I your daughter? How could you talk about your own daughter like that!" Yang Ruoqing hugged Sun's arm and acted coquettishly.

Mrs. Sun pinched Yang Ruoqing's nose and said, "Tang Yazi is a person who does great things. You must be considerate and considerate of him."

"How could I not be considerate? Just let him speak for himself!"

Luo Fengtang stood over and said to Sun seriously: "Mother-in-law, don't worry, Qing'er is very sensible and she deserves to be pampered."

These words were so sweet, and there was a hint of affection in them. Yang Ruoqing blushed.

Mrs. Sun couldn't help but smile.

"Mom, why did you run out? Aren't you watching from inside?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mrs. Sun said: "Your grandma doesn't know what she is talking about to your father. She is afraid that she won't be able to get out for a while. By the way, where is your fifth aunt? Why did she disappear when you turned around?"

Just as Yang Ruoqing was about to say something, several figures appeared at the door of the courtyard.

"Hey, Cao Cao is here, and my fifth aunt is back."

Mrs. Sun looked towards the door of the courtyard, and saw two figures entering the courtyard. In addition to Bao Suyun, there was also Yang Huamei. "Third sister-in-law, how are our parents doing right now?"

As soon as Yang Huamei entered the courtyard, she asked Sun.

Sun smiled bitterly, "Don't ask. If you ask, you don't know, or you really don't know."

"Let's go in and take a look together." Yang Ruoqing took Sun's arm and entered the house again.

Before leaving, put the kitten on the ground and let it play by itself.

Luo Fengtang put away his cloak and followed him.

When I first entered the main room, I saw Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongjin holding up the table. Yu Xingkui was cleaning up the mess on the floor, and Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongjin were helping.

In front of the wing door, Liu, Yang Huaming and Yang Yongqing still maintained their previous positions and eavesdropped.

Sudden,

"puff!"

Yang Huaming suddenly jumped up and stepped aside.

Yang Yongqing covered his head and fell to the ground.

"Uncle Fourth, why are you teasing me with your fart?"

Yang Huaming was overjoyed, "I didn't fart, the king of farts is right on top of your head!"

Yang Yongqing looked up, oh my god, he just happened to see Liu's buttocks, the skirt was still fluttering, obviously after the loud fart just now, there was a squib.

A loud fart doesn't stink, a smelly fart doesn't make a sound, and a stench hits your face.

Yang Yongqing choked and black smoke filled his mouth. He rolled and hid to the side and shouted: "Fourth Aunt, what did you eat? Why did you fart on top of someone's head? You're so moldy!"

Ms. Liu turned her head and looked at Yang Yongqing with a smile, "My dear nephew Yongqing, I'm really sorry. I can't handle this shit. My fourth aunt can't hold it in."

"If you can't hold it in, can't you turn your butt away and point it away? Why do you want to hit me in the head?"

"I really didn't mean to hit you in the head. I originally wanted to hit your fourth uncle, but he slipped away..."

"Haha, I knew you had bad intentions, but luckily I dodge quickly!" Yang Huaming pinched his nose, looking like he was surviving the disaster.

It seems that those farts that I usually do every night are not in vain, and I can escape the disaster only by gaining experience.

"Young boy, if you want to blame, blame your fourth uncle, don't blame me!" Mr. Liu continued to blame Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming bared his teeth and said, "You bitch is not only full of farts, but also full of bad things."

Ms. Liu: "I'm dancing with you to give you face."
Chapter completed!