"Mom, I don't mean to show off at all, I'm just outspoken. You've watched me grow up, so it's not like you don't know my character." Liu Doukou defended with a blushing face.

Zichuan Niang stretched out her hand, took Liu Doukou's hand, sighed softly and said: "Doukou, I am your aunt, and now I will soon become your mother-in-law. I know what your character is like."

"I know that you are the most sincere towards Zichuan and towards me, and you can't show any cheating."

"But you are also on guard against Qing'er. Don't think that I don't know everything because I'm sick these days."

"I just turned a blind eye. In order for you to marry Zichuan smoothly, I had no choice but to let you go. This has wronged Qing'er."

"Qing'er is also very filial to me. This girl is open-minded and aboveboard in her work. She came to visit because she felt completely sorry for my illness. It's not like you were prepared for. She and Zichuan are innocent." Zichuan's mother.

Simply challenged.

"Originally I didn't want to say these words, but seeing that you were thinking about these things, and now you are using your words to ridicule Qing'er, I have to make it clear."

"If you still want to marry Zichuan, don't use words like this to push against Qing'er in the future. Qing'er only cares about me and Zichuan's face, so she won't care about you."

"Don't think she is really a weak master who can be bullied. Qing'er's power is not what you see with your eyes!" Zichuan Niang said earnestly.

"Mom, look at you, Sister Qing'er is talking like a scourge." Liu Doukou twitched the corner of his mouth, took his hand out of Zichuan's hand, and stood a few steps away.

He looked suffocated and full of disdain.

Zichuan Niang shook her head, "I've said everything that needs to be said. Whether you listen or not is up to you. You will get married at the beginning of July or September this year, and there are still two months left."

"In the past two months, instead of focusing on trying to squeeze out others, you might as well try to please Xia Zichuan. If you don't worship heaven and earth, my heart will be hanging there every day."

"You go out, I'm tired, let's take a nap." Zichuan Niang waved her hands and lay down with her back to Liu Doukou.

"Mom, have a good rest. I will definitely listen to your words, and I am sincere to my cousin." Liu Doukou stood beside the bed and said.

"You have a good rest. I'm in the main room. If you need anything, just call and I'll be here."

…

On the way back, I met many villagers. When everyone looked at Yang Ruoqing's family of three, they all stopped to say hello and chat with them.

Even when passing by the pond and dam, the women washing clothes under the pond and dam have to stop what they are doing, stand up, shout in this direction, and chat a few words.

The guys couldn't find any other topic to discuss with Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing, so naturally they just teased Baby Luo.

"Baby, your father and mother are in front of you right now, holding each other's hands. Are you happy?"

This is what women usually say to tease their children.

Whenever someone said this, Baby Luo puffed up his chest proudly and smiled with confidence.

Luo Fengtang, on the other hand, gently stroked Baby Luo's head with his big hand. The father and daughter smiled and looked at each other tenderly.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she was naturally responsible for diplomacy and said a few words to the women who came to say hello.

The family of three continued walking towards home.

Baby Luo was very happy, "I don't want to walk by myself, I want my parents to hold me up and walk!"

"Come on, daddy will carry you!" Luo Fengtang, the representative figure of daughter slaves, immediately got into his stride.

Luo Baobao shook his head, "Don't carry it, support it!"

"What kind of support is that?" Luo Fengtang was confused.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "I don't understand either."

Luo Baobao said: "I will teach my parents."

Then, the little girl grabbed her father's hand with one hand and her mother's hand with the other. She took a deep breath, lifted her feet off the ground, curled up, and poured all her strength into her two arms.

"Mom, dad, let's go!" she urged.

When they felt the sudden increase in weight between their palms, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang suddenly realized.

The two looked at each other and smiled, secretly grasping Luo Baobao's hand with tacit understanding and started to take steps.

Baby Luo's feet did not touch the ground, and he clung to the couple's hands like a koala, all the way to the door of their yard.

"We're here!" she ordered, and Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang quickly put her down.

"Oh, this is really good at playing!" Yang Ruoqing said with emotion.

Luo Fengtang quickly leaned over and pinched Luo Baobao's little arm, "Is it sore? Does it hurt?"

Luo Baobao chuckled, shook his head and said: "It doesn't hurt at all. We kids have been playing this recently. There is also a method called carrying a sedan chair. My father and mother hold their four hands together, and I sit on it..."

After entering the courtyard gate and returning to the main room, the couple played with Luo Baobao and rode in a sedan chair.

A little girl over nine years old, like Luo Fengtang, has good genes and is taller than other children of the same age, almost 1.4 meters tall.

The portions are not small, and every meal is a combination of meat and vegetables, which is rich in nutrients.

This little butt is round and round, and she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child. Her legs and arms are slender and strong. When she was sitting in the sedan chair, Yang Ruoqing could clearly feel the weight on her wrists.

Except for this childish baby face, she is exactly the same as when she was a child. Her body and limbs are growing day by day, like a flower bud, blooming quietly in the silence of the years.

When one day she becomes shy and stops playing the game of carrying the sedan chair with her parents, then she will probably have really grown up.

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing was both looking forward to it and a little disappointed.

I wonder if mothers all over the world share her conflicting thoughts, hoping that their children will grow up quickly, but also hoping that their children will grow up slowly...

In the summer afternoon, after I had eaten and drank enough, I naturally moved two wicker chairs to the coolest and airiest corridor in the house to take a nap.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were each lying on a rocking chair. She was lying like an old Buddha, squinting, and there were two bowls of sour plum soup and a few pieces of iced watermelon on the small stool at hand.

Luo Fengtang was reading a military book in one hand, and a goose feather fan in the other. He fanned Yang Ruoqing a few times, and then fanned Baobao Luo a few times on the other side, who was lying on a small stool and immersed in drawing.

It has two functions and three functions, but it is very harmonious.

Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes a little, glanced at Baby Luo who was dripping with sweat from the painting, and sincerely sighed that the child's energy was really strong.

"Baby, are you tired? Do you want to rest for a while?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Baobao shook his head: "Aren't you tired? My painting is not finished yet!"

Luo Fengtang also looked away from the military book in front of him and asked Luo Baobao: "Are you thirsty? Have a sip of sour plum soup?"
Chapter completed!