When Yang Ruoqing came to the old Luo family's yard, the Luo family was busy shoveling snow.

From the entrance of the courtyard, shovel a path to the entrance of the kitchen and main room.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming over, Luo Fengtang's eyes lit up.

Blacksmith Luo on the side said: "Tangyao, there aren't many left. Uncle will come. You can take Qing girl into the house to drink some warm tea and warm your hands."

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang put down the shovel in his hand and walked towards Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, be careful of slippery feet."

He stretched out his arm towards her, wanting her to take his arm.

Yang Ruoqing chuckled, waved her hands and said, "It's okay, I've been walking steadily all the way...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, the sole of his foot slipped and his body stumbled back.

A pair of strong arms supported her lower back in time.

She opened her eyes, and right next to her was his smiling face.

His eyes were burning, filled with love and care.

"Qing'er, are you okay?"

He asked aloud, his warm breath caressing her face.

A little itchy and numb.

It felt like there was electricity running through her body, and her face suddenly turned red.

"Hey, you will be punished for showing off your strength. Fortunately, you held me back!"

She teased, trying to hide her panic.

But he had already seen her blushing, and a hint of smile flashed in the boy's eyes.

While he helped her stand firm, he held her little hand with his other hand.

"Let's go, I'll take you over." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Uncle Luo was still watching with a smile. How embarrassing would it be if she slipped again?

After being led straight into the main room, he let go of her hand and turned around to pour her tea.

She sat down next to the table.

The fingers of the hand he held subconsciously curled into a fist.

It’s not the first time you hold hands with him, so why are your palms wet this time?

What the hell.

Yang Ruoqing, you are really getting better and better as you live, are you a bit promising?

She was cursing in her heart when a bowl of hot tea was brought to her.

"Drink some hot tea to warm yourself up first. Don't rush to cook. They haven't arrived yet." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and picked up the tea bowl with both hands.

He took a sip and held it in his hands to warm his hands.

After her body became warmer, she raised her eyes and looked at Luo Fengtang.

He put on the cotton-padded clothes made by Sun today, and he looked in high spirits.

My hair was done and my face was washed very clean.

The facial lines are as hard and sharp as ever, and the facial features are as deep and three-dimensional as ever.

When he doesn't speak, he always gives people the illusion that strangers are not allowed to approach him.

It's like a piece of ice that repels people thousands of miles away.

However, the look in his eyes when he looked at her now was so sunny and warm.

It was so contradictory and conflicting with his aura of indifference.

Especially when he smiles, his smile is like spring.

Even though she was used to seeing all kinds of beauties from all over the world, Yang Ruoqing was still secretly amazed by the boy in front of her.

It's really rare to be able to perfectly integrate such contradictory feelings.

"Qing'er, I prepared some ingredients for noon and put them all in the kitchen."

Opposite me, Luo Fengtang said with a smile.

"You'll see what's missing later, give your order, and I'll get ready." He added.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, guessing that it was almost time, and put down the tea bowl.

"Let's go to the kitchen and start working!"

The two people immediately entered the kitchen.

This is Yang Ruoqing's third visit to the old Luo family's kitchen.

Her impression of his kitchen was just two words: dirty and messy.

Especially the first time she brought dumplings, the mouse that jumped out of the barrel made her even more troubled.

This time I came over early to help, just to spare an hour to clean up the kitchen for his family.

However, when she followed Luo Fengtang into the kitchen.

What she saw in front of her shocked her.

"Tangyaozi, are you sure this is your kitchen? Are we in the right place?"

Looking at everything in front of her, Yang Ruoqing's eyes widened.

The floor of the kitchen is clean.

The pot table was also cleaned and cleaned thoroughly.

Spatula, dishcloth, bamboo chop, kitchen knife, chopping board, earthen pot...

One by one, they all seemed to be illuminated.

The bamboos that used to be stacked in the corner were all gone, replaced by a small low table.

There is a bamboo basket on the low table.

Inside the basket, there are washed cabbage, peeled lettuce, pinched and washed leeks, and peeled potatoes...

Neatly stacked together, maybe they had been washed not long ago, and there were still crystal drops of water on the leeks.

"Oh my god, if the preparations are so good, then wouldn't it be fine if I just hold the handle of the spatula?"

Yang Ruoqing clicked her tongue and said.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I just washed a few vegetables. It's up to you, Qing'er, to pick out the big beams later!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced at him, smiled and nodded: "Good boy, you know how to handle things, and you have a sweet mouth. Not bad."

Luo Fengtang's head is covered with black lines.

Qing'er said this in an old-fashioned way, as if an elder was praising a younger one.

"Where's the meat you bought yesterday?"

Yang Ruoqing's voice came again, and she also walked towards the cupboard.

Luo Fengtang came to his senses and followed him: "I'll hang the meat under the roof beam."

When Yang Ruoqing looked up, she saw that three kilograms of skin-on pork belly that they had weighed at the Wa Market yesterday were indeed hanging under the roof beams.

"Hey, what are those...rabbits?"

She asked in surprise, pointing to the two skinned things hanging by the side.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "Rabbit and pheasant."

"How did you get it?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

There are several groups. The rabbit must weigh more than four kilograms, and the pheasant is not small, weighing more than two kilograms!

"I went hunting in the mountains yesterday." Luo Fengtang said.

"Oh!" Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Suddenly thinking of something, she withdrew her gaze and looked at him with some displeasure.

"It snowed so heavily yesterday, why did you go into the mountains? What if you get frozen?"

The words that came out of his mouth contained blame and worry that could not be hidden.
To be continued...