He Lian'er gently stroked Jiaojiao's back, feeling the strength from those small hands. Her heart seemed to be blown by the spring breeze, moistened by the drizzle, and felt completely soft.

Mrs. Sun was a little embarrassed and said: "This child is ignorant..."

Wang Cuilian waved her hand: "Hey, I'm teasing children. Children are like this. It's because I'm not familiar with her and she's afraid that I'm a bad person and will take her somewhere else!"

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang just happened to bring rice and rice soup from the kitchen. After hearing what happened just now, Yang Ruoqing smiled and said to Jiaojiao: "Your grandma Cuilian is your baby sister's grandmother, and she loves you little one the most."

For my children, the dishes cooked by Cuilian Gapo are delicious."

At the same time, she whispered to Luo Fengtang, who nodded and strode out of the dining hall.

After a while, Luo Fengtang came back again, holding a strange-shaped chair in his hand.

Seeing this chair, Wang Cuilian was surprised and said: "What kind of stool is this? Why does it look a little strange?"

Sun and the others also watched curiously as Luo Fengtang put the strange high stool next to the table.

Yang Ruoqing introduced: "This is called a baby seat. I recently asked Brother Zuo to help me make it. It allows the baby to sit in it while eating, freeing up adults' hands to eat."

"Of course, the prerequisite is that the baby is over half a year old."

If you can't sit still within half a year, it's definitely not going to work.

The drawings of the two chairs were drawn by Yang Ruoqing based on the memories of later generations, and were sent to Zuojiazhuang for Zuo Junmo's help. They were just delivered a few days ago.

"This thing sounds good and looks even better!"

Blacksmith Luo was the first to get up and come over to caress the baby seat. It was polished smooth and made of fine wood. It could also be filled with cushions. The child could sit in it, which would keep it warm in the winter and cool in the summer.

"This stool is so high, it's almost level with the table. Children like to move around. Is it stable when sitting in it?"

Earlier, Luo Fengtang's hand was easy and seemed to have no weight, so Blacksmith Luo also tried to hold it.

That heavy feeling made him instantly question whether he was really old?

Beside, Yang Ruoqing saw Blacksmith Luo like this, guessing his broken heart, and couldn't help but giggle against Luo Fengtang's shoulder.

Luo Fengtang also had a smile in his eyes and said: "Uncle, that wood is extremely hard to find ironwood. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. It can emit a light fragrance to repel insects and ants."

"The disadvantage is...it's too heavy."

Blacksmith Luo breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

He clapped his hands and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? It made me sad for a while, and I thought I was completely old and useless! Hahaha..."

"It's better to be heavier so that the child can sit firmly." Blacksmith Luo added.

Old Yangtou said: "In front of me, you kid still dare to say such things as old? Old man, I am seventy-six this year. I don't even feel that I am old. You are in the prime of life!"

Blacksmith Luo smiled and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, we are not old. Come on, old Uncle Yang, let's take a seat and have a drink!"

Jiaojiao was carried into the baby seat by He Lian'er. Although she was over two years old, she was petite, and the seat was relatively spacious. This may be because Zuo Junmo took Luo Fengtang's tall genes into consideration.

Combined with the fact that Chen'er, Luo Baobao and his sister are two or three years taller than their peers, the size of the baby seat was specially adjusted.

Therefore, it was just right for Jiaojiao to sit inside. After sitting down, she didn't resist at all. She even touched here and there in a novel way and made faces with Lingling on the stool next to her.

Lingling looked envious and touched the stool quietly, but she was already seven years old. She knew it was for a child and she couldn't sit in it.

After the two children were settled, Yang Ruoqing also greeted Sun and He Lian'er to sit down at the table, and everyone raised their chopsticks to enjoy the sumptuous meal.

"Sister, why don't you sit down and eat?"

The rice bowl in He Lian'er's hand and the plate in front of her were filled with all kinds of dishes.

Some of these dishes come from Yang Ruoqing, and some come from Wang Cuilian.

He Lian'er has never received such warm and sincere reception when visiting relatives and friends.

When I was a child, I went to my uncle's house with my brother and my mother for a visit. When I ate too many chopsticks into the meat bowl, my aunt rolled her eyes and my mother quietly kicked her feet under the table...

After returning home, I angrily asked my mother why she didn't open it for her to eat. My mother just sighed and told her that was enough, and she would not be happy if she ate too much.

She was even more puzzled and argued with her mother, saying, isn’t that my uncle’s house? We brought so many things to visit them, why can’t we eat too much meat?

My mother can only sigh.

As she got older, she seemed to understand a little better, so she went to her uncle's house less and less often.

That year, my brother returned from joining the army and joined the Ministry of War as a sergeant. The lukewarm uncle and aunt suddenly became warm to each other again.

When she went to their house as a guest, her uncles and aunts rushed to bring her food, but she tasted nothing.

Her brother died unexpectedly, and she once again experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature.

The dining table rules among relatives that I didn't understand when I was a child suddenly became clear at that moment.

But today, she followed her mother-in-law to visit her eldest aunt's house, and the greetings from her eldest aunt's family gave her a whole new experience.

She suddenly understood what it means to be a reciprocal relative and what it means to be a real relative!

Whether the other party sincerely welcomes you as a guest and whether he sincerely wants you to eat more and eat well can be felt from the other party's words and deeds.

When you are a guest in the other person's home, you won't feel restrained, you will feel very down-to-earth.

There is no need for those kind of deliberate greetings, smiling in front of someone's face and disgusting them when they turn around, just like the face of an opera singer.

"Sister, you should sit down and eat too." He Lian'er patted the stool next to her and invited Yang Ruoqing to sit down.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "I'm not in a hurry, I have to send some food to our father first, he is still hungry!"

Lao Yangtou came over as a guest today and gave Yu Xingkui a holiday. He asked him to go back to Yujiacun to reunite with his family, and he would not come back until night.

Yang Huazhong was the only one in the yard next door. Although Yang Huazhong repeatedly told them not to worry about him, he told them to be guests in peace first and just bring bowls with them when they came back.

But Yang Ruoqing, as a daughter, felt sorry for her father, so she had to send him food so that she could feel at ease when she came back.

"Sister, I'll deliver it to you. You're already tired from cooking, and you're even more tired from running around."

He Lian'er put down her chopsticks and was about to stand up, but was held down by Yang Ruoqing.

"Hurry up and eat yours. This meal was specially prepared for you by my sister. You are not allowed to leave the table!" Yang Ruoqing deliberately lowered her face.

He Lian'er couldn't laugh or cry.

Mrs. Sun peeled the shrimps for the two children, turned to He Lian'er and said gently: "Listen to your sister."

He Lian'er had no choice but to sit back again.
Chapter completed!