Her eyes shrank back as if she was electrocuted, and she turned around and quickly returned to the kitchen.

His cold fingers gently patted his hot cheeks a few times.

what happened?

You are still the same person as before, but you look so different now!

Yang Ruoqing, you nymphomaniac!

…

After eating at the wine table in the main room for more than an hour, it was finally over.

He took the food and wine back to the kitchen.

In the main room, the men, who had eaten and drank enough, began to draw up a contract.

In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and planned to wash the dishes.

She was not used to eating with a basin of dirty chopsticks and dirty bowls piled up in the kitchen.

Luo Fengtang entered the kitchen.

"Qing'er, you and third aunt hurry up and heat up the food. I'll wash the dishes."

He came straight over and took off the dishcloth from Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced at him.

After drinking, his face became a little strangely red.

The facial lines that have always been cold and hard have become a bit softer.

The eyes are deeper and brighter.

"I'll wash it, don't dirty your clothes." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang smiled: "I changed out of my cotton-padded clothes."

Only then did Yang Ruoqing notice that he was indeed wearing the old, patched clothes again.

"How can I change it back? What should I do if it gets cold later? Put it back on quickly!"

She ordered him a little dissatisfied.

He smiled and said, "My whole body feels hot after drinking wine. I'll wash the dishes and chopsticks before changing them."

He had already rolled up his sleeves, squatted down by the wooden basin containing the dirty dishes, and started washing them.

Yang Ruoqing was at her wits end.

"Okay, then you can wash it."

She turned around and picked up the gourd gourd, scooped out a gourd of hot water from the earthen pot and poured it into the wooden basin.

"Exchange for some hot water, otherwise your hands will freeze easily," she said.
Chapter completed!