Therefore, even though she was the Liu family, she did not dare to say anything to Wang Cuilian and Sun family, and only asked the children about the arrangements for washing the Nine Dynasties.

Sun thought for a while and said, "Your third brother and your blacksmith brother discussed this matter last night."

"Oh, what do they mean?" Ms. Liu's eyes lit up and she quickly asked.

Ms. Sun said: "They said, no matter what happens, we can't wrong the two little babies. Whatever should be done, we should do what we do. The invitations are ready and will be sent to relatives and friends today."

Ms. Liu nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Third Brother and the others are right, one code is the same as the other, we cannot be wronged by the two little boys!"

These are two miserable little babies. They lost their father right after they were born. They don’t even know what their father looks like. Alas!

"Did Chen'er and Dazhi... go to report the news?" Ms. Liu asked again.

My real father is gone. Chen'er is the eldest son and will definitely come back for the funeral.

Mrs. Sun said: "Your third brother made a subtle mention to Qing'er. Your third brother only said to tell Chen'er that he was an elder brother again and asked him to come back and see his brothers."

"To put it bluntly, that's what your third brother means, do you understand?"

Mrs. Liu nodded vigorously, "I understand, of course I understand."

On the surface, it is announcing good news, but in reality, it is announcing mourning!

Mrs. Sun wiped away her tears and said, "Qing'er understood our intention. She pressed it and said there was no rush. We would wait until she finished her confinement."

"In this case, we can't go against her, lest she be touched again."

Since Yang Ruoqing means this, everyone must not mention it again.

Even though we know in our hearts that when a person dies, he must be buried in peace, otherwise he cannot rest in peace.

But knowing is one thing, and sometimes people's obsessions are another. Regardless of whether it is Qing'er or Xiaoduo, they both insisted on not arranging the funeral arrangements for Luo Fengtang and Xiang Shengnan because they always held the thought in their hearts.

A glimmer of hope, a glimmer of life.

But the people next to them saw it more clearly than the two of them. If there was really hope, they would have come back long ago.

This situation is not like the years when Chen'er was lost. That was because we got accurate information that Chen'er was rescued by kind people, and traces were also found. However, the traces were broken again later, and they were not reunited until seven years later.

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But even so, in the intervening seven years, the pain of losing a child has always been like a dark cloud hanging over the Luo family.

Even if you laugh, you can't laugh happily. No matter what time, you will always think of that child living outside...

"Hey, Qing'er and the others are really in trouble," Ms. Liu sighed, suddenly feeling that it was enviable for people like Yang Ruoqing and others to be rich and powerful, but God had to arrange such things for them.

Those poor people don't have these things, so it can be seen that poverty is not entirely a bad thing sometimes.

A few people were talking when there was a sudden "boom" on the small stove behind them.

Ms. Liu was startled and almost jumped up: "What the hell did it explode?"

Mrs. Sun quickly pressed Mrs. Liu's arm to comfort her and said, "Don't panic, don't panic, the soup is boiling, not bursting."

Wang Cuilian had already rushed to the small stove, took the wet rag next to her and opened the lid of the earthenware jar and put it aside. She then picked up the long-handled wooden spoon next to her and reached into the earthenware jar to stir it up.

The white soup overflowed like foam along the mouth of the earthenware jar, but as the lid was removed and stirred, it quickly retreated. There was a gurgling sound from the earthenware jar, and a strong aroma filled the kitchen.

Ms. Liu wrinkled her nose vigorously. The scent was like an invisible big hand, firmly holding Ms. Liu closer to the earthen pot.

"Oh, it smells so good. Sisters-in-law, what are you doing?" Ms. Liu asked infatuatedly.

While stirring, Wang Cuilian turned back to Mrs. Liu and said, "Old Pigeon is stewing Gastrodia elata, for Qing'er's health."

Originally Mrs. Liu wanted to ask for a bowl of drink, but she would be satisfied if she could get another pigeon leg.

When I heard that it was for Yang Ruoqing to replenish her body, even a gluttonous foodie like Mr. Liu was a little embarrassed to say that.

Wang Cuilian and Mrs. Sun couldn't see that Mrs. Liu had the problem of gluttony again, but this time she only stewed two old pigeons. The pigeons were small and had little meat.

The two planned to give Qing'er a meal, and put a handful of noodles in the remaining soup for half an afternoon. They really couldn't share it with Liu.

So Wang Cuilian said: "Her fourth aunt, I will bring soup to Qing'er first, and you can stay and have lunch together later!"

Mrs. Sun understood and said, "Yes, let's eat together. There is pork head meat at noon. It's braised and goes very well with rice."

How could Mr. Liu refuse the kindness of these two people? He nodded repeatedly.

When Wang Cuilian sent the pigeon soup to Yang Ruoqing's house, she found that she was not lying on the bed, but standing by the window, holding a roll of paper in her hand and reading.

In a bird cage next to her, squatting was a homing pigeon.

"Qing'er, why did you go to the ground? It's very windy by the window. Go back to bed and lie down quickly!"

When Wang Cuilian saw Yang Ruoqing's posture, she immediately became nervous. If she hadn't been holding a hot soup bowl in her hand, she would have come to drag him away.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and smiled faintly at Wang Cuilian, and said softly, "Don't be nervous, aunt. I'm feeling much better. I'll take care of the carrier pigeon when it comes. I'll go back to bed now."

As she spoke, she stuffed the read note into her sleeves, grabbed a handful of corns and put them in the trough in the cage to reward the hardworking pigeon, then returned to the bed and sat down.

The lazy table was set, and the fragrant Laoge Gastrodia Soup was served.

"Qing'er, drink it while it's hot, there's still some in the jar."

Wang Cuilian stood aside and said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded.

These days, she was thinking about Luo Fengtang all the time, and she really couldn't sleep at night.

However, she forced herself to calm down. She was too anxious to eat hot tofu. The top priority was to seize the time to recuperate her body. If her body couldn't keep up, everything she talked about would be empty talk.

So during these eight days, she had to eat five stews a day, sleep after eating, and eat when she woke up.

In addition to the rapid absorption of nutrients, the body also fed the two children until they were fat and white. The two little brothers no longer cried because they were not full.

And in eight days, their weight also increased significantly.

While Yang Ruoqing drank pigeon soup, Wang Cuilian went to the bathroom to wash her hands and came back to change the diapers of the two children.

During the confinement period, it was really much easier for the mother-in-law to have elders on both sides of her to help her. Especially now that Luo Fengtang had an accident, Yang Ruoqing was even more grateful for the help of the elders on both sides.

Without their help, she doubted she would be able to bear it.

"By the way, Qing'er, tomorrow is a good day for the two children to have their bath. Relatives and friends will come over to see the children. Your uncle, as well as your parents asked me to inform you in advance."
Chapter completed!