Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang briefly described the scene at that time, and Luo Fengtang couldn't help laughing.

"This cousin of yours is indeed sincere," he said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "That's right. Although he is greedy, a little lazy, and a little stupid, Xiao Hei is relatively better than Da Bai."

"At least my aunt beat him and scolded him, but he never dared to fight back. This alone is better than Dabai."

Luo Fengtang lowered his face and thought for a while, "That makes sense. Being unfilial is a person's biggest failure."

No matter how great achievements he can make in the future, he cannot be called a qualified person!

"So, what they rehearsed in advance was messed up. Why did you relent and give him this chance in the end?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "For two reasons,"

"First of all, the two daughters-in-law of Xu Yuanming's family are going to give birth recently. By then, the two sons will have to go back to town, and the tea garden will not have enough manpower."

"Secondly, I just want to give the old Wang family a chance. Who made my uncle die so miserably? Although my aunt dotes on her children, the old mother's thoughts are quite touching."

"The errand in the tea garden is nothing to me, but to Lao Wang's family, it is a huge opportunity."

As long as it does not interfere with her own interests, she is still willing to help her relatives.

Except for some special groups.

Luo Fengtang understood.

He returned to the bedroom with the washed tea bowl, and Yang Ruoqing followed him out.

"By the way, did you really go to the bamboo forest in the backyard earlier? My intuition tells me that you didn't go." She asked again.

Luo Fengtang put the tea bowls on the table and turned to look at her: "You really can't hide anything from your eyes."

"Then where have you been?" she asked again.

Luo Fengtang came over and hugged her, "You are so smart, guess again."

Since she was praised for being smart, she still wanted to guess, so she leaned into his arms and casually named a few places.

All were passed.

"Why did this little brain suddenly fail? No need to praise it?"

He pinched her nose and said teasingly.

She shook her head and shook off his hand, "Ha, those things I guessed earlier were just for warm-up, just for fun."

"Oh?" His hand changed to gently hold her chin, and he lowered his eyes to look into her eyes tenderly.

"So are you going to get serious now?"

"It's necessary," Yang Ruoqing said, "The place you went to before was our daughter's house, right?"

Luo Fengtang's pupils widened slightly, filled with surprise.

"This is not a boast, this is the truth. Wife, you are really amazing!"

Can you guess this? How did you guess it?

"Do you want me to reveal the secret?"

"Um."

"It's still two o'clock."

"What two points?"

Yang Ruoqing raised a finger: "First, you are a typical daughter slave."

When a person is thinking about something most, he can't help but think or think about that thing or person when he eats, drinks, lives, and every time his thoughts turn around.

During the time when Luo Baobao was not at home, Luo Fengtang kept talking to Yang Ruoqing.

Maybe he hadn't noticed it yet, but Yang Ruoqing had long known that he was thinking about his daughter all the time.

I miss my daughter far more than I care about Chen'er and Zhi'er.

Several times he sneaked into his daughter's room, sat for a while in front of the desk where she sat, and touched the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that his daughter used to use.

He went to look at my daughter's bed again, and even picked up her pillow, held it in my arms and smelled it.

Even though the pillow had been washed and dried many times, he still wanted to comfort his old father's thoughts through the remaining scent of his daughter on the pillow.

Opening my daughter's shoe cabinet and looking at the shoes inside one by one, she would either giggle or get distracted.

In short, all his little actions behind her back were secretly seen by her in the dark.

She didn't point it out, fearing that it would embarrass him. Even if she missed him again, she would be too embarrassed to go to her daughter's room next time.

"What about the second point?"

Luo Fengtang's questioning voice interrupted Yang Ruoqing's thoughts.

Obviously, he acquiesced in the first comment she made about him: daughter slave!

That's right, he is a daughter slave. What's wrong?

He has a daughter to pamper, he is happy, and he is happy to play with her.

"The second point is that you carry the fragrance of the flowers in her house. Although it is very light, I smelled it right away."

At this point, Luo Fengtang suddenly realized.

"What a dog nose."

He leaned down, pecked the tip of her nose, and then rubbed her hair: "Today is over, now quickly wash up and go to bed."

…

The day before the Dragon Boat Festival, people came from Zuojiazhuang.

It was Zuo Junmo who sent his son Zuo Jingling to deliver rice dumplings.

There were five full baskets of rice dumplings on the carriage, gold-threaded candied date rice dumplings, bacon and egg yolk rice dumplings, five-nut purple rice dumplings...

Any zongzi with fillings you can think of is in these baskets.

In addition, there are several jars of realgar wine and apricot flower wine.

"Auntie, this is a letter from my father to you."

Zuo Jingling, who is only eleven years old, has grown a lot taller, and his facial features have gradually opened up, making him look like a fresh and energetic young man.

What has improved the most in the past few years is not only his martial arts and height, but also his language skills.

Finally, I am no longer as autistic as before, I can talk to people I know well, and there is no barrier to language communication.

Zuo Junmo mentioned this matter several times in his letters to Yang Ruoqing, and he was very happy. Apart from being happy, he had to praise Baby Luo and attribute all this to Baby Luo.

If it weren't for the care and guidance of her sister, Zuo Jinling would not have progressed so fast.

So at this moment, when Zuo Jingling called Aunt Yang Ruoqing, got off his horse, saluted with fists in his hands and presented a letter with both hands, Yang Ruoqing was also sincerely pleased.

"Okay, okay, I'll watch it later. Come on, come in and take a rest. Are you tired from the journey?"

Yang Ruoqing greeted Jing Ling into the courtyard, while Luo Fengtang was responsible for arranging the few entourage from the Zuo family.

In the house, after hearing the news, blacksmith Luo, Wang Cuilian and Tuoba Xian came to the main room to talk to Jingling.

Jingling first greeted the elders next to Shun'er, and then straightened his body and sat upright on the chair, looking at his nose and heart.

Everyone also knows what kind of child Jingling is. It is already extraordinary that he can take the initiative to say hello to the elders like this.

So they don't care about these. Among them, Yang Ruoqing is mainly responsible for livening up the atmosphere.

He used various tricks to guide Jingling to say a few more words, for example: "Is your grandmother still strong?"

Another example is some things about Jingling’s own academic and martial arts progress.

In short, just pick some topics that are easy to answer.
Chapter completed!