"Qing'er, can I ask you a question?" Mu Zichuan suddenly asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "You can ask anything you can answer."

Mu Zichuan's eyes flickered, he took a deep breath, and organized the words in his mind, "Qing'er, I mean if, if,"

"If I hadn't been that scholar who couldn't even carry a bucket of water, if I hadn't said that 'a gentleman is far away from the kitchen', if I hadn't been like Feng Tang, I wouldn't have done any dirty work.

I am rushing you to do it for you without any objection. Do you think you will change your mind and resume the engagement with me?"

Yang Ruoqing was concentrating on treating his wounds. When she suddenly heard him asking, she stood up straight and withdrew her hand.

"I'm dizzy, Feng Tang's child and I are nine years old, why do you still ask such childish questions? What ifs, there are so many what ifs in this world?" She was a bit dumbfounded.

"Qing'er, just answer me and satisfy my curiosity, okay?" Mu Zichuan sat up straight, his eyes filled with anxiety.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said simply: "Sorry, I can't answer this question, so I can't satisfy your curiosity."

She has never made these assumptions. She only follows her heart when she is a person and does things, and her heart will guide her and make the most correct choice.

"Qing'er, just because my hand is burned and I can't hold a pen now, can you show sympathy and answer it?" Mu Zichuan begged again, and raised his hand and waved it gently.

put.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "Mu Zichuan, please understand the fact that the reason why I am helping you now is because we are brother and sister, so I didn't avoid anything, and my Tang Yazi didn't stop me either.

What."

"I regard you as my adopted brother, and my Tang Yazi also trusts you so much. Please don't ask these embarrassing questions, okay?"

Muzichuan's face suddenly turned red, and he sat there feeling ashamed.

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to embarrass him too much, so she changed the topic and said, "You are almost thirty, so you can't fulfill your godmother's wish and marry a woman regardless of height, height, fatness or skinny?"

"Look at the situation today. If you have a daughter-in-law by your side, the two of you can take better care of your godmother by dividing the work and cooperating."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's urging for marriage, Mu Zichuan frowned, raised his eyes and said, "Some things cannot be compromised."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Brother, you keep saying that you want to be a filial son, but let me put it bluntly, you are really unqualified as a filial son."

"Half of your godmother's illness is caused by worrying about your life-long events. Let me say something unlucky. She may not be able to survive the Chinese New Year due to her illness. You can't do this in her last days.

What’s the most reassuring thing for her?”

"You know exactly what she is most worried about!" she said.

Mu Zichuan stopped talking and sat there stiffly, his face looking very ugly.

Yang Ruoqing cleared away the medicine bottles on the table and said, "Leave this medicine here with you. Apply it again when you go to bed at night. Don't soak it in water all day today."

"As for the food, I'd better go home and cook it before delivering it today. Your kitchen can't be used for the time being, so let it dry for a day first."

After saying this, she turned around and left Mu Zichuan's house.

Yang Ruoqing originally thought that it would be enough to bring a meal for two people over at noon, but unexpectedly, a table of meals was set up at home.

Why?

Because Muzichuan's two uncles, two aunts, and his uncle's cousins ​​all came over to visit his aunt.

It would definitely be unrealistic to send food to the Mu family. How many times would it take a food box to be sent back and forth?

She simply set up a table at home as her goddaughter, and when it was time to eat, she asked Muzichuan to bring his uncle's family over for dinner.

The people in his uncle's family naturally knew the identities of Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang. I heard that the general's wife cooked the meal and entertained them personally. They were all flattered, and there was an endless stream of thanks and compliments.

Yang Ruoqing actually doesn't like this. In the village, her identity is very simple. Those names and so on are only used where they should be used outside.

"Zichuan, why is there one person missing?"

Asking Blacksmith Luo to accompany Mu Zichuan's two uncles for a drink, Yang Ruoqing took advantage of the food to be served and lightly touched Mu Zichuan's arm.

Muzichuan understood and excused himself to leave the table and followed her to the backyard.

"Qing'er, what's the matter?" he asked.

There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, and she seemed to appreciate her small gesture, and there was a sense of silent closeness and tacit understanding.

Yang Ruoqing looked away from the front yard and asked him: "Didn't you say that six people came over for dinner? How come only five people came?"

Mu Zichuan was startled for a moment, and then said: "Cousin Doujiao didn't come over. She asked me to bring my uncle and aunt over for dinner first. She stayed with my mother to accompany her. After the meal was finished later, I would give it to her.

Just bring one."

"Doukou?" Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Liu Doukou? That's a good name. When you hear it, a young and bright girl pops into your mind!"

Mu Zichuan also smiled, "Really? I'm ashamed to say that I gave this name to my cousin."

"Did you name it? How old is your cousin? Did she choose it when she was born, or did you help change her name when she got older?" Yang Ruoqing asked curiously.

When children are born in this village, many parents cannot read even half of the Chinese characters.

So they just make up random names for their babies, and in order to make a living, the boys are like cats and dogs, and the girls are like flowers and plants.

Or some people don't know how to name themselves, but they don't want to accept those vulgar names, so they will bring some gifts to ask the literate gentleman in the village, or some respected people to help choose a name.

Names like Muzichuan and Luo Fengtang were said to have been given by a few highly respected old men in Changping Village at that time.

The names of the grandchildren of Lao Yang's family were all thought up by Lao Yang, who knew some words himself.

Okay, let’s get back to business and listen to Mu Zichuan’s explanation.

He smiled and said: "I remember that I was admitted as a scholar when I was fifteen years old. That year my eldest aunt gave birth to a cousin."

"My uncle came to my house and asked me to help give my cousin a name. I gave her several names and asked them to pick one. My uncle and the others chose the name Cardamom."

"Wow~" Yang Ruoqing sighed, "Then they probably wanted to take advantage of you as a talented scholar, so they asked you to name your cousin. Right?"

Mu Zichuan nodded.

He put his hands behind his back and puffed out his chest and said: "Time flies so fast. Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. I am no longer the young and innocent boy I was back then. I have already reached my thirties."
Chapter completed!