Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Auntie, go take a bath and change your clothes."

Wang Cuilian said: "What are you going to do now? I'll just burn the breakfast with my hands. Why dirty two sets of clothes?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, I have steamed two kilograms of salty noodles for breakfast earlier. I will go over and fry them after feeding the two children later, and then we can eat them."

"I don't need you to worry about the kitchen right now. Go take a bath and change clothes and come and have a rest."

Wang Cuilian was still a little hesitant, and Blacksmith Luo also helped to urge her: "Just follow Qing'er's arrangements. Go take a shower and change clothes as soon as possible. I'll be here later to take over and take care of the child."

In this case, Wang Cuilian hurried back to the backyard.

Yang Ruoqing then fed the two boys noodles, and Blacksmith Luo was not idle either. He sat on the stone steps at the door, took a basket, picked the pods one by one, and put them into the basket.

Then, peel it out one by one and put it into the empty bowl on the side.

When Wang Cuilian came over after taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Yang Ruoqing had just finished feeding her noodles.

"They should all be full." Yang Ruoqing said.

The two children no longer drink milk and basically eat rice, noodles, vegetables, fish, meat, vegetables and fruits.

Just like this morning, if each child ate a small wooden bowl of egg noodles and ate it, he would not be hungry for two hours.

After leaving the two children in Wang Cuilian's care, Yang Ruoqing got up and went back to the backyard kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Before leaving, he also took away the heavy vegetable basket that Wang Cuilian had brought back.

When she got to the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing heated up a small pot, poured a spoonful of rapeseed oil, scraped a small piece of lard and put it into the pot to melt. Then she added minced garlic and dried dried chili peppers. After the aroma explodes, pour the steamed salty noodles into a small pot and stir-fry.

Because it is salty noodles, you cannot add salt.

Pour in an appropriate amount of soy sauce and balsamic vinegar, and sprinkle with chopped peanuts, chili peppers, and two handfuls of chopped green onion before serving.

That smell...

Put the noodles in a large basin and set aside.

Wash the pot and boil water.

While I was boiling water, I picked up two loofah strips and planed them to make a loofah egg soup.

When eating this kind of dry salty noodles, you must pair it with softened soup to make it smooth when eaten.

You can also take a few sips after Tuan Tuan Yuan and eat two pieces of loofah to mix it up.

Considering that it was summer, I had to work up my appetite, so Yang Ruoqing took two more raw cucumbers.

After breakfast was brought to the table in the front hall, Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian took the two children out of the wooden cart together, and after peeing once, they put them into the temporary children's playground on the ground.

Let them crawl around on the mat, sit on the mat and play with toys.

The adults can also take advantage of this time to quickly finish their breakfast.

After just a few bites, Mrs. Tan came over.

This really surprised the Luo family. Even Yang Ruoqing put down her chopsticks and raised her head to greet Tan.

"Miscellaneous, what brings you here all the time? This is really strange! Hehe..."

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian looked at each other helplessly, this Qing'er...

They both stood up to greet Mr. Tan, Blacksmith Luo took a stool, and Wang Cuilian went to make tea.

Wang Cuilian even greeted Mrs. Tan: "Auntie, have you eaten? If you don't like it, you can take a bite at my house?"

Only Yang Ruoqing sat there steadily, still sucking the noodles.

Mrs. Tan waved her hands towards Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian: "Stop working so hard for you, go ahead and eat your food. I'll come over and have a word with Qing'er."

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian were both stunned on the spot. Yang Ruoqing spoke again at this time: "Uncle, aunt, you eat your milk. My milk comes to me."

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian nodded, but Mr. Tan was still standing. As juniors of Mr. Tan, they were too embarrassed to sit down.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing asked Tan: "Nai, are you talking about it here? Or should we find another place to talk about it?"

Mrs. Tan walked straight to the door of the hall, "I'll wait for you outside."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian again, signaling them to sit down and have breakfast, then picked up the bowl and followed Tan to the yard.

The Luo family's trees, rockery corridors, etc. are basically arranged in the backyard.

The front yard is very open and spacious, with a bluestone road connecting the courtyard gate and the main room. There are several symmetrical flower beds on both sides of the bluestone road, with holly trees and sweet-scented osmanthus trees planted in the flower beds.

Mrs. Tan stood beside the sweet-scented osmanthus tree with her hands folded, waiting for Yang Ruoqing.

"Milk, you're so mysterious, what's going on?" Yang Ruoqing held a bowl in her hand and walked slowly to the osmanthus tree and sat directly on the flower bed.

Mrs. Tan frowned and said in a low voice: "You have a good appetite, but I am upset and panicked here, and my eyelids are still twitching."

This opening statement made Yang Ruoqing even more surprised.

He couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at Mrs. Tan: "Nai, you are suffering from heat stroke, so you are still running around?"

Ms. Tan waved her hand: "Anytime, don't talk nonsense like me. I'll tell you something serious."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and stuffed another chopstick of noodles into her mouth, "Tell me!"

Mrs. Tan came closer to Yang Ruoqing and whispered: "That girl from your second brother's house is dead in embroidery. You can find an opportunity later and ask the doctor to take a pulse on her. I think she probably has it!"

"Yes? What's there?" Yang Ruoqing didn't react for a moment.

Mrs. Tan stamped her feet, shame and annoyance welled up on her old face: "What else could there be? Of course she has a baby!"

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing stood up from the flower bed and almost dropped the chopsticks in her hand to the ground in shock.

"Milk, you can eat random things, but you can't talk nonsense, especially things like this." Yang Ruoqing looked around, fearing that Mrs. Liu would suddenly come in at this time.

Mrs. Tan gritted her teeth, "Am I the kind of person who has no sense of proportion? She is not my great-granddaughter? I am not afraid of embarrassment?"

Yang Ruoqing blinked, the old lady was not joking, the matter... was a bit serious?

"Nai, where do you start talking about this?" Yang Ruoqing put the bowls and chopsticks on the flower bed aside and asked.

Mrs. Tan shook her head and told Yang Ruoqing everything she had seen in Xiuxiu's house.

After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's face was full of doubts, "Hey, there are many kinds of symptoms of pregnancy. You can't doubt that just based on vomiting."

"Perhaps it's really cold to the stomach?"

Especially, Xiuxiu is not married yet, she is the girl waiting to be married.

Xiu Xiu is only nearly one year older than Luo Baobao, Luo Baobao is sixteen and Xiu Xiu is seventeen.

At this age, for girls in this era, having a baby is nothing, because Yang Ruoqing herself is the brother and sister Chen'er and Luo Baobao, who were born at the age of sixteen. However, please note that Xiuxiu has not married into the Li family yet.

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Chapter completed!