"Qing'er, come and try the braised bream here. The shopkeeper probably cooked the fish with wine. I used to like to stand outside and smell this smell. It's so mellow and fragrant that I feel like I'm getting drunk.

Luo Fengtang said excitedly.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled and raised her chopsticks and took a bite.

"Is it delicious?" he asked.

She nodded vigorously: "With the addition of wine, the taste is really unique!"

Luo Fengtang said: "Well, I won't lie to you, right? Come, eat another piece of pork belly."

Braised bream, stir-fried pork belly, soybean trotters, braised vermicelli with Chinese cabbage...

Luo Fengtang piled all these vegetables into Yang Ruoqing's bowl, just like offering treasures.

But he himself ate very little, mostly just one bite, and then sat there with narrowed eyes and watched her eat. It seemed that watching her eat was a very enjoyable thing for him.

Yang Ruoqing understood his mood.

Although he is now in a high and powerful position, one person is inferior to ten thousand people, but in the eyes of outsiders, he is omnipotent and there is nothing that he cannot achieve.

However, deep down in his heart, there was always a place beyond his reach.

There are the regrets and powerlessness that accompanied him as he grew up.

Back then, the young man was poor and wanted but lacked the ability.

Now that the power is overwhelming, I want to relive the past. To be honest, although the food in this small restaurant tastes good, in Yang Ruoqing's mouth, it is nothing more than that.

There is simply no way to compare with the craftsmanship of Chef Zhou from Tianxianglou.

However, what you eat is memories and feelings.

This feeling is unmatched by any delicacies from the mountains and seas.

After the two of them had eaten and drank enough, they sat back on the carriage. Yang Ruoqing stroked her belly and joked with Luo Fengtang: "This belly looks like it has been five months pregnant."

Luo Fengtang glanced at her belly and couldn't help but laugh.

"If my wife wants to have a baby, I am willing to provide the seeds." He said.

Yang Ruoqing blushed and spat at him: "Not serious, let's go, go home!"

Luo Fengtang said: "Dele, my wife, go and relax in the carriage for a while. I will call you when you get home."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I'm not sleepy..."

Before he finished speaking, he yawned.

There is nothing I can do. If I eat too much, all the blood goes to the stomach for digestion, so the brain is deprived of oxygen and yawns again and again.

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and rubbed her hair: "Obey, go and squint for a while, otherwise you won't have enough energy at night."

"I have to sleep at night. What can I do if I have the strength to sleep?" Yang Ruoqing said without knowing why.

A hint of a smirk flashed across Luo Fengtang's eyes, "Sleeping... is also a physical job, but as long as I contribute, my wife can enjoy it."

Wow...

Yang Ruoqing understood instantly, and her face turned red with embarrassment.

He raised his hand and twisted his thick arm: "If I don't tell you, I won't be serious!"

After saying that, she turned around and hid in the car. When she sat down, she couldn't help but raise her hand and pat her face. Her cheeks were still burning.

Luo Fengtang's joyful laughter came from outside the carriage curtain.

"Daughter-in-law, please sit still, we husband and wife will return the house!"

The carriage drove smoothly, and Yang Ruoqing sat inside, which was covered with plush cushions.

After a while, she felt like a big baby, lying in a cradle, the sound of wheels rolling over the ground was rhythmic, and her eyelids became heavy for a moment.

When she woke up, she found that she was already lying on the bed at home. Her coat and shoes had long been taken off, and she was covered with a quilt.

The curtain was half rolled up and half dropped, and the room was quiet, but from the next room, the sound of Chen'er talking to the baby could be heard from time to time. "Why did I lie down on the bed? Wasn't it that I was still on the carriage before?"

"Yang Ruoqing was surprised and then sat up.

"Could it be that Tang Yazi took me off the carriage and carried me back to the house?"

"He didn't even wake me up, but he still carried such a big person through the door. Fortunately, my uncle and aunt stayed in Zhoujia Village, and my mother-in-law stayed indoors during the winter and didn't come out much. Otherwise, she would have been really embarrassed to see her!"

Although I was complaining like this in my heart, I couldn't help but feel sweet in my heart.

"Mom, are you awake?"

Baby Luo screamed happily and ran into the house.

The two children are also practicing children and are playing next door, but their ears are always paying attention to what is going on in the house here.

When Yang Ruoqing got up and rustled around to put on clothes, their ears caught it, so Baby Luo took the lead and ran into the house, followed by Chen'er.

"Well, I'm awake. Where is your father?" Yang Ruoqing asked as she leaned over to pull out her shoes.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the hourglass on the table by the bed. He guessed that the sun would be setting by now and it would be time to cook dinner.

Luo Baobao said: "Dad sent Mom back to the house and asked me and my brother to play in the next room so as not to disturb Mom. When Mom wakes up, he will tell Mom that Ga Po's place has cooked a meal at night. Let's all go over there.

When it’s time to eat, ask your mother to stop cooking.”

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "But I'm asking where your father is. Please answer the question and don't go off topic."

Baby Luo chuckled and said, "My dad went to my grandma's room in the front yard to chat with her."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Whether sleeping at night or during the day, he spent almost 80% of the time by her side.

It's time to take some time to talk to his mother.

"Mom, dad said that when you wake up, let us call him back. Do you want me to call him?" Chen'er asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled lovingly at Chen'er: "No need to shout, let your dad chat with your grandma, Mom will be fine here."

Then she stood up and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Finally, she sat in front of the dressing table and put down her black hair to comb it carefully.

I don't know if other people's little girls are like this, but in Yang Ruoqing's case, every time she combs her hair, Baby Luo will curiously come to the dressing table.

Curiously, she flipped through her dressing box and played with the small bottles of different shapes on the dressing table.

"Mom, your hair is really long, much longer than mine!"

Luo Baobao looked at it with envy and tutted.

Yang Ruoqing smiled softly, tied her smooth hair into a high ponytail on the back of her head, and then tied her hair into a bun around the ponytail.

"You eat well, and when you grow up, you will naturally have long hair like my mother." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Then can I tie my hair into a stylish and beautiful bun like my mother?" Luo Baobao asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Of course, but you have to wait until you get married before you can tie it, because it is a woman's bun."

"Little girls have buns and braids like little girls, and girls have buns and hair accessories like girls. When you grow up, you can be like your mother."

While speaking, Yang Ruoqing inserted a silver hairpin into her bun, and then combed two strands of soft and soft bangs from her temples, which fluttered on her cheeks.

She put on a pair of pearl earrings on her ears, looked in the mirror, and smiled with satisfaction.

Luo Baobao's eyes widened when he saw it. He clapped his little hands and said, "Mother is so beautiful!"

Yang Ruoqing tapped her little nose: "When you grow up, you will be even more beautiful than my mother."

"Really?" Luo Baobao asked in surprise.

"Of course." Yang Ruoqing said.
Chapter completed!