Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1965 sneaking off (second more)
"The two of them are getting married for the first time this year, and they want to spend a holiday together."

"Then they will go to Sister Lan'er's Gagong's house for dinner at night." Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian knew it well, so she quickly washed the rice and put it in the pot, and sat down on the stove to prepare the big pot for cooking.

Here, Yang Ruoqing was busy with the work in hand.

On the big plate, there are neatly arranged orange-red flower buds, which are clean and juicy after washing.

At first glance, it looks as attractive as a large plate of fat lamb rolls.

In another open sea bowl, Yang Ruoqing was mixing egg liquid into an appropriate amount of wheat flour, sprinkled with salt flowers, and then stirred evenly.

After finishing these, she covered the two ingredients with a cover made of bamboo strips.

Turned around and went to prepare other ingredients.

By the time she had almost prepared these vegetables, mushrooms and other ingredients, Luo Fengtang had brought a butchered old hen and a fat-headed fish into the kitchen.

"Just leave it to me. You can go to the front yard to chat and have tea with Uncle Yan and Uncle Yan."

Yang Ruoqing said, and pushed Luo Fengtang out of the kitchen.

Luo Fengtang was pushed to the door of the kitchen, and he was a little reluctant to leave.

"I haven't cooked with you for a long time, and I want to stuff firewood..." he said.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, remembering the busy work of the two of them in the past.

Warm, sweet, and touching.

While she was in a daze, he suddenly turned around and went back to the kitchen.

I don't know what he said to Wang Cuilian, but when Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, she also returned to the kitchen.

Wang Cuilian stood up smiling, took off her apron and stuffed it into Luo Fengtang's hand.

Then, she said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, then I'll leave this kitchen to you two. I'll go to the front yard for a while, haha..."

Until Wang Cuilian left with a smile, Yang Ruoqing didn't quite understand the situation.

"What did you say to the aunt? How could she easily give up the power at the stove door?" She grabbed his arm and asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang's pretty eyebrows were raised slightly, and he raised his finger to touch his face: "Kiss me, and I'll tell you."

"What?" Yang Ruoqing was even more stunned.

When did this guy learn this trick?
Incredible!

She lightly pinched his arm: "My good boy, have you learned how to blackmail people? Sister, I don't want to eat anything like this, just say it!"

She put her hands on her hips, stared deliberately, puffed up her cheeks, and pretended to be menacing.

Looking at her cute bun face, the pampering in his eyes deepened a little.

"If you don't kiss, I won't tell if you kill me," he said.

"You can't be lewd when you are rich, and you can't be subdued when you are mighty. Hehe, this is what you taught me, my wife."

He said proudly, and turned around and sat on the rolling stone at the door of the stove.

He grabbed a handful of firewood, twisted it into a ball of firewood in his hand, stuffed it into the stove, and ground out flint to prepare for a fire.

Looking at his calm and unhurried appearance, it is clear that he is invulnerable to weapons and five poisons.

The more he is like this, the more he can seduce her curiosity.

Glancing at the stove door behind him, he made sure that no one was coming here at the moment.

She leaned down suddenly, put her hands on his shoulders, then kissed him on the cheek with lightning speed, and then backed away again.

"Now, can you say it?" She gritted her teeth and said harshly.

Luo Fengtang raised his hand, caressing the place she kissed just now, his face was full of benefits.

Hearing this, he cast his eyes on her, and said with a smile: "Actually, it's nothing, I just told my aunt the truth, saying that I haven't cooked with Qing'er for a long time, I hope she will be happy. "

"Huh?" Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide, "Is it that simple?"

He hooked his lips: "What do you think?"

Yang Ruoqing laughed dumbly.

"You don't have to be ashamed, we are old couples, we stay together every day, and we still say those things to my aunt, I'm laughed to death!" she said.

Luo Fengtang shook his head: "No, aunt is fine, she wishes we could be like glue."

"Besides, we're not old couples, we're just a daughter. I'm still hoping that when Qing'er is happy, you can give me a few more children!" He said with a smile.

The smile on Yang Ruoqing's face suddenly froze when she mentioned the matter of having a few more children.

Chen'er hasn't been found yet, so how could he have the heart to have another child?

"Qing'er, what's the matter with you? Why do you look unhappy?" Luo Fengtang discovered the heresy, put down the flint and steel in his hand, got up and came to her.

"Did I upset you by talking about having a baby?" He asked a little nervously.

"Don't look like this, I won't say it, I won't say it, I'll talk about it in a few years later, let's focus on taking good care of the baby now..."

"No!" Yang Ruoqing interrupted Luo Fengtang,

"It's not what you think, I'm not for this..."

She raised her head and looked at him with a complicated and extremely tangled expression.

She wanted to tell him everything, wanted him to know that Luo Baobao was not the only one of their children.

They also have a son who is scattered outside, named Chen'er.

Life and death are still uncertain...

This matter has been held in her heart alone.

At this moment, she almost impulsively wanted to tell him the truth.

The words that came to her lips were finally swallowed by her back into her stomach.

"I'd love to give birth to you," she said.

"At present, the baby is still young, and it takes a lot of energy to manage the business in several places."

"I didn't plan to give birth to you in the past two years. Anyway, I'm not too old. I'm 17 years old. I'll give birth to you again after I'm 20, okay?"

She softened her voice and discussed with him in a discussing tone.

Luo Fengtang looked at her, and then smiled.

He raised his hand to caress her hair, and suddenly remembered that his hand had been killing chickens and fish all day long, and he had just grabbed firewood balls.

His hands dropped again.

"Although I have never given birth to a child, I also know that you women have to suffer a lot and suffer a lot from conception to childbirth," he said.

"Qing'er, I will never force you to have a baby. Everything is up to you."

Hearing his words, Yang Ruoqing was deeply moved.

The natural hypocrisy of women came up.

"You promised me, will it work?" She looked at him and said.

"People say that there are three types of unfilial piety, and the worst is having no offspring."

"Your uncle, as well as your mother, must want to have a grandson again." She said.

Luo Fengtang curled his lips: "Since I told you this, I can guarantee it. As for how I can persuade them not to put pressure on you, this is what I have to do, so you don't have to worry about it."

After saying this, he sat back at the stove door and threw the ignited firewood dumpling into the stove.

(End of this chapter)