Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Yang Ruoqing accompanied Luo Fengtang to Luo Baobao's room. At this time, Luo Baobao had just returned from sword practice and was standing there washing his face and wiping his neck with a handkerchief.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang come in, Luo Baobao was surprised for a moment, then he showed a bright and happy smile: "Dad, Mom, why did you come to my room so early in the morning? Why, is my dad going to check if my boxing skills have improved?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and her eyes fell on the clothes Luo Baobao was wearing.

In order to facilitate martial arts practice, cotton coats and trousers are not allowed to be worn. Instead, thin, fleece-lined short-sleeved autumn coats and trousers are worn, with the waist tied tightly with a belt, and the trouser legs are tied into socks and shoes.

"Hurry up and wipe it, then change your clothes and put on your cotton jacket, or you will catch a cold!"

Before Yang Ruoqing had time to remind Luo Baobao to put on more clothes, a man next to her had already spoken his concerned words.

After saying this, Luo Fengtang turned around and left the house, waiting at the door.

Boys should avoid their mothers when they grow up, and girls should avoid their fathers when they grow up. On this point, even though Luo Fengtang loves his daughter and likes to be with her, he is very sensible.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Baobao looked at each other, and both mother and daughter were amused by Luo Fengtang's words and actions.

Luo Baobao said: "Mom, my dad is so cute, have you noticed?"

Yang Ruoqing also smiled and nodded: "I discovered it a long time ago. Outsiders can't understand or imagine this side of him. Only we know it."

Moreover, according to Yang Ruoqing's understanding and observation of Luo Fengtang, his attitude towards his son and daughter is completely different.

Facing Dazhi and Chener, he is indeed a majestic father.

Facing Tuantuan and Yuanyuan, the two ignorant young sons, who were also his "late-born children", Luo Fengtang was not so majestic anymore, and would even tease, coax them, tell them stories and so on.

Perhaps this was an attempt to double the fatherly love that was lacking in Chen'er by giving it to his two younger sons, Tuantuan and Yuanyuan.

But when facing Luo Baobao, Luo Fengtang became a completely different person.

  The most appropriate description is "daughter slave" in three words!

"Come, let me help you wipe it. Let's change our clothes quickly so your father can stay outside in the cold wind for a while longer."

Yang Ruoqing came forward and helped Luo Baobao to tidy up. Soon, the mother and daughter were done. Luo Baobao changed back into his cotton jacket and trousers, and his clothes were neat and tidy.

"Her father, come in."

Following Yang Ruoqing's shout, Luo Fengtang hesitated for another five seconds before pushing the door and reentering the room.

At this time, Luo Baobao was already sitting on a stool, holding a small bronze mirror as big as her palm. Yang Ruoqing was standing behind her, helping her to re-comb her hair.

As I said, when I went to practice martial arts before, I tied my hair into a high ponytail for convenience.

I will go to Zhoujia Village to pay New Year's greetings later this morning, so I have to change my hairstyle.

After Luo Fengtang entered the room, he sat down on the armchair opposite Luo Baobao and cast his eyes on his daughter, truly examining her from her hair to her toes.

  And that look... Yang Ruoqing stole a glance. To be honest, if it wasn't because Luo Baobao was born from her belly, the fruit of her love with Luo Fengtang, a precious daughter born from the exchange and recombination of genetic cells... If she were a stepmother, Yang Ruoqing would really be jealous when she saw the way Luo Fengtang looked at Luo Baobao!

The love and attachment really overflowed from his eyes. This man was really funny. Before he had a daughter, he only had her as his wife in his eyes.

Ever since I had a daughter, my wife seems not as charming as my daughter whenever she is around.

How strange! How could he love and care for his own daughter so much? He probably regarded his only daughter, Luo Baobao, as the most perfect work of his life.

Daughters are fragrant, and sons are smelly.

"Dad, why are you looking at me like that? If you have anything to say, just come and say it, hehe."

In the end, it was Luo Baobao who broke the silence first.

Luo Fengtang coughed and cleared his throat.

"My girl, your mother told me everything about you and Bingbing..."

"Dad, isn't it? Didn't I tell you everything about the things between Bingbing and me in our letters earlier..."

"Ah? Yes, yes, Dad, I remember that you did tell me something." Luo Fengtang said, "But I only found out this morning that Bingbing and his family came to our house to propose marriage."

"Well, I understand. Then what? What do you think of this marriage?"

Luo Baobao asked with a smile, but the old father sitting opposite her had a face full of bitterness.

While Yang Ruoqing was helping Luo Baobao tie her hair neatly, she was stealing glances at the face of a man opposite her. She felt really sorry for him and wanted to laugh at him, and she was almost hurt from holding it in.

"My girl, actually, you are still young, and there is really no need to rush to get married." Luo Fengtang organized his thoughts, cleared his throat, forced a smile on his face and began to brainwash Luo Baobao.

"Dad, I will be seventeen after the Chinese New Year. Many girls my age have already had babies!"

"No, look at your Aunt Hongxiu and Aunt Xiaoyu, they are already in their twenties, but they are still waiting to get married!"

"Oh my god, you are really my real father!" Luo Baobao opened his eyes exaggeratedly, "You don't use the normal aunts, maternal uncles, and cousins ​​around me as examples, but you use Aunt Hongxiu and Aunt Xiaoyu as examples. Dad, are they ordinary women? They are extraordinary women who are as skilled as men and have special skills!"

Luo Fengtang was also a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and glanced at Yang Ruoqing out of the corner of his eye. Yang Ruoqing knew that he couldn't win the argument with her daughter in terms of eloquence, so she wanted to get help from outside the field.

"Baby, your father's analogy may be a little strange, but I can tell you from my experience that it is not right for your aunts, cousins, and cousins ​​to get married and have children at the age of fifteen or sixteen!"

“Not everything that most people do in this world is wrong. Sometimes the truth lies in the hands of a few people.”

"You, didn't you also give birth to me and my brother when you were sixteen? You can do that, but why can't I have my own little family when I'm two years older than you?" Baby Luo turned his head and asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled gently: "My situation was different from your father's. Your father is four or five years older than me, and he has been in the military camp all year round."

"We have been through life and death together. I will say something unpleasant. Actually, I was a little hasty to get married to your father. I was very afraid that your father would die on the battlefield. I also decided that I would never marry another man except your father in this life. So I married him even though my body was not fully grown. I wanted to leave a child for him. Do you understand?" (End of this chapter)