"Tangyaozi, the figure of the person who bought Liangpi earlier is too similar to yours,"

"It's so similar that I thought it was you."

"But I think it's impossible for two unrelated people to be so similar in this world, so I have an idea..."

"Qing'er, don't you think that person might be my father?"

"ah?"

"My dad is like a turtle with no sense of responsibility, right?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled dryly and wanted to raise her head to caress his cold face.

"Hey, my Tangya is so smart. He guessed what I wanted to say right away."

"It's just that when you talk about your father, can you not add so many titles in front of it?"

Luo Fengtang frowned and did not avoid her hand.

Because his anger could never be directed at his wife.

Moreover, no matter when and where, no matter what mood he is in, he likes his wife to touch his face or other parts of his body like this.

Her hands had a magical effect on him, making him feel calm.

He sighed, his face no longer as dark as before.

"I'm telling the truth, he is indeed disdainful."

Yang Ruoqing knew not to dwell on this topic with him, otherwise there would be no results until tomorrow.

"What if that person is really your father?" She brought the question back to this point.

Luo Fengtang sneered, "As long as he doesn't mess with my mother again and doesn't appear in front of my mother, I can take care of the rest!"

Yang Ruoqing didn't think so, "But mother is just looking forward to him provoking her, looking forward to seeing him."

Luo Fengtang originally wanted to refute, 'How is that possible!'

But seeing Yang Ruoqing's serious look, which didn't look like a joke, Luo Fengtang fell silent.

He punched the wall next to him, his chest heaving.

Yang Ruoqing came from behind, grabbed his shoulders, and hugged him.

"I understand what you are thinking, and my mother actually understands it too."

"But you don't understand what my mother is thinking, or maybe you are pretending not to understand."

Luo Fengtang remained silent.

Yang Ruoqing put her hand on his chest, and by feeling his heartbeat frequency, she guessed that he must have listened to these words.

"We should treat our mother well, as we should."

"But the method we use depends on what our mother wants."

"It doesn't mean that what we think is good will apply to my mother."

"So, we have agreed to turn a blind eye to this matter before, so we don't just talk about it, we have to do it."

"Don't act like you did at the dinner table again in the future, okay?"

After another period of silence, Luo Fengtang held her hand and rubbed it gently in his palm.

"good!"

After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked her again: "Qing'er, in your hometown a long time ago, were there any irresponsible men like my father?"

Yang Ruoqing was a little happy when she heard him asking about future generations.

"Of course there is. No matter what era it is, as long as there are men and women, there will always be those annoying things."

Some men not only abandon their wives, kill them and hide them in the freezer, or flush them down the toilet...

All kinds of cruel methods were used, including defrauding money, sex, and lives, and annihilating humanity!

In comparison, Tang Yazi's biological father is really nothing. In fact, he is a bit like the bitter male protagonist in Qiong Yao's drama, who tortures him to death.

Luo Fengtang suddenly asked: "So, where do you call that kind of man?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned. Is this because he gave his biological father such a long list of titles?

"Of course there is. We call that kind of men 'scumbags'!"

Scumbag?

Luo Fengtang savored this new word carefully and nodded: "It's very appropriate. My father is really a scumbag."

"I've decided that I have to be happy when I go out to relax. I won't worry about that scumbag anymore!"

Yang Ruoqing finally breathed a sigh of relief, walked around to him, hugged him and raised her head and asked: "You just had a few bites of dinner, are you hungry now?"

He shook his head: "I'm not hungry."

She pursed her lips and smiled, "Don't be so brave. How can you not be hungry?"

Then he let go of his hand: "Just wait, I'll get you something to eat."

Luo Fengtang took her hand again: "No need, stop busying me, go and have a rest."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "I eat a lot at night. If you let me go downstairs and take a few steps, I will sleep better at night."

"Then I'll go with you."

He was worried about letting her go downstairs alone, even though there were guards guarding her in the dark.

But if she didn't walk steadily on the stairs and slipped, the guards wouldn't be able to take care of her at all times.

"If you don't come, I will fix it myself and give you a surprise later."

Luo Fengtang had no choice but to stop.

"Okay, don't make it too complicated, the simpler, the better."

"Don't worry, I have plans." Yang Ruoqing winked at him and left with a smile.

Listening to her brisk steps disappearing into the aisle, Luo Fengtang felt a little happier.

Most men will marry a wife and have children. A wife is not only a physical compatibility, but also a spiritual communication.

He is the person beside you who knows both cold and hot. That feeling of cold and hot affects not only your food, clothing, housing and transportation, but also your thoughts.

In this world, there is always someone who can connect with you, share with you, and help you share your burdens.

He found that person, her, his soul mate.

Yang Ruoqing gave the innkeeper money, and the innkeeper provided the cooking ingredients in the backyard for her to use as she pleased, as long as this distinguished and generous female guest was happy.

So, Yang Ruoqing washed her hands and personally made a love dinner for Luo Fengtang.

While making glutinous rice noodles, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a bowl sitting on the corner of the stove from the corner of my eye, and a pungent spicy smell came out of the bowl.

In addition to spicy millet and chili oil, there is also the smell of sesame oil, cucumber shreds and peanuts.

Suddenly thinking of something, Yang Ruoqing stopped what she was doing and walked towards the bowl.

The bowl was a bowl from an inn, and it contained a small bowl of red oil. White sesame seeds were floating on top of the red oil, and the ingredients she had smelled out earlier were faintly visible underneath.

At this time, a waiter in the kitchen came to clean up the bowl.

Yang Ruoqing quickly asked the waiter: "Brother, who ate the leftovers of this bowl of cold skin?"

Perhaps it was because Yang Ruoqing was standing under the light, her eyes sparkling when she asked.

From Huoji's point of view, this meant that the female guest was greedy for what was in his bowl.

"Madam, this bowl of cold skin is leftover from someone else's meal. If you want to eat it, you can buy it at the street stalls when you go out."

The waiter also saw this female customer giving money to the shopkeeper earlier, which is called a generous spender.

If this female guest is really hungry, I can go and run some errands for her, which will definitely be beneficial.

Yang Ruoqing owns a restaurant, so why can't she see the little calculation in this guy's mind?

Immediately he took out a handful of copper coins and placed them on the pot table.
Chapter completed!