Here, Yang Ruoqing is standing at the table, holding a bowl of egg drop soup in her hand and sipping it in small sips.

"How are you feeling now? Do you feel sick in your stomach?"

Luo Fengtang came to her side, caressed her back, and asked with concern.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "A little bit, but it's okay. Just drink some egg drop soup to dilute it."

Luo Fengtang looked at the bottomed wine jar on the table and frowned.

"Drinking is harmful to your health, especially as a girl. Don't be so willful next time!"

He said, with a hint of reproach in his voice.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"Occasionally I can be a little willful, just let me do it!"

He smiled helplessly: "My aunt and the others will come and clean up these things later. Come on, follow me back to the backyard."

The two people returned to their own small courtyard in the backyard.

After entering the house, he let go of her hand and quickly entered the bathroom.

She was sitting on an imperial chair in the main room, stroking her forehead with her fingers.

With so much wine, the stamina is still strong.

At that time, I suppressed it with my thoughts, but now I relaxed, my head was feeling dizzy due to the alcohol.

"Qing'er, come on, wipe your face with hot water."

Luo Fengtang came over with a basin and twisted the veil.

Carefully wipe her face, neck, and hands.

"What a silly girl. She obviously can't drink that much, but she still acts so strong."

As he wiped it, he couldn't help but whisper.

His face was full of distress.

Yang Ruoqing giggled.

"Master, give me a smile, little girl?"

She winked at him.

The myriad of amorous feelings in his eyes, catalyzed by alcohol, gave rise to a blurry and charming light.

Luo Fengtang's heartbeat suddenly started to beat wildly.

"Girl, I'm selling my body but not my smile!"

The two slept in each other's arms.

When I woke up in the morning, the place where Luo Fengtang slept was empty as usual.

Yang Ruoqing sat up and saw the coat on the bed rail, feeling depressed.

Tear up two sets of clothes, what a waste!

At this moment, Luo Fengtang happened to come in.

"Qing'er, are you awake? Why don't you sleep more?"

He came over with a smile and poured her a bowl of tea.

She took the tea, took a sip, then raised her head and looked at him with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

he asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly.

Logically speaking, he is the one who contributed, and every time something is done, he is the one doing the aftermath.

She also gets up earlier than her in the morning.

Why can't there be any trace of tiredness on his face?

On the contrary, he is full of energy and radiant, and he looks even more handsome than when he was single!

"You girl, what's wrong? Why are you in a daze?"

Luo Fengtang asked again, thinking that she drank so much wine last night, could it be that she was feeling unwell?

Thinking of this, he quickly raised his hand and touched her forehead.

Not hot...

"Tangyaozi, I want to ask you something, and you have to answer it truthfully."

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing finally spoke up.

Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the matter, Qing'er, you ask me, I know everything," he said.

"Okay." She nodded and asked him seriously: "Is your back sore?"

"How come you're still jumping all over the floor and jumping around when I'm exhausted?"

Luo Fengtang: "..."

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After washing up, the two of them went to the front yard hand in hand.

Aunt Wang Cuilian has already prepared breakfast and placed it on the table in the dining hall.

Blacksmith Luo, Tuoba Xian, and Yan Huaian were all sitting there, waiting patiently for the two of them.

When Yang Ruoqing saw this, she felt ashamed again.

I have been sleeping in for the past three days since I entered the house, and let the elders prepare breakfast and wait for it. Alas!

"Hey, Qing'er is here, let's start dinner!"

Wang Cuilian smiled and began to fill the bowls of porridge for everyone on the table.

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly walked over and took the big spoon from Wang Cuilian's hand: "Auntie, go sit down and I'll pretend."

Wang Cuilian looked at her niece-in-law in front of her lovingly and said, "You have to come back in the morning. These clothes must not get dirty. Sit down and let Auntie dress them up."

Yang Ruoqing stood there, hesitating.

Luo Fengtang came over and took her hand: "Since Auntie said so, you don't have to be polite. There will be a long time to come. There will be a time when you can be filial."

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to sit down while holding her little hand.

At the dinner table, Blacksmith Luo said: "Today, Qing'er will come back three times. We will accompany Qing'er there later. After lunch, your aunt and I will not go back to this house. We have to go back to our hometown."

The house is gone."

Luo Fengtang was peeling eggs for Yang Ruoqing at that moment. After hearing this, he put the peeled eggs into her bowl and then raised his head to look at Blacksmith Luo.

"Uncle, can you and aunt live with us?" he said.

Beside her, Yang Ruoqing also said quickly: "Yes, our house is big, and it's deserted for just the two of us."

"Uncle and aunt moved here to live together, it will be great for our family to be lively and lively!" she said.

Hearing what his nephew-in-law said, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian looked at each other, and the old couple's eyes were filled with relief.

The two of them have no children, so their nephew and niece-in-law are the people under their feet.
Chapter completed!