Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 267 I didn't mean to (two more)

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"What are you? Sneak peek at me getting caught? Huh?"

She put her hands on her hips, puffed her cheeks deliberately, and stared into his eyes.

"Qing'er, I-I didn't mean to..."

Luo Fengtang lowered his head and whispered.

Qinger treats me as her elder brother and trusts me a lot.

In broad daylight, I was so gaffe.

Does she think I'm a rude person?

Will you hate me for this?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through the boy's mind.

Feeling guilty, annoyed, and apprehensive.

So much so that he didn't notice the fleeting smile in her eyes, cunning like a little fox.

Yang Ruoqing saw Luo Fengtang's embarrassed expression in her eyes, not to mention being overjoyed.

"Tangyazi, raise your eyes, I'll ask you something!" she ordered.

Luo Fengtang really raised his eyes, his eyes dodged a little.

Don't dare to look at her.

"When someone is talking to you, you have to look the other person in the eye. This is a minimum respect!"

Yang Ruoqing said again, and raised her finger to look at her own eyes.

Luo Fengtang pursed her lips and finally moved her gaze to her eyes.

"Qing'er, what do you want to ask, just ask." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and organized the language in her mind.

"I found out that your kid has been staring at me like this for a while now!"

She said, and raised her hand to touch her face.

"Is there something on my face?" she asked.

This weight has not been completely lost, and the complexion has not been adjusted well.

To be fair, it's nothing to watch!

But this kid is always looking at him like this, his little eyes are still hot.

People with such thick skin that made her feel a little unbearable.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang's face turned even redder.

He opened his mouth and closed it again.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him sideways.

Knowing what he looks like, three sticks can't make a fart.

She waved her hand: "Okay, okay, just look at it in the future, don't be sneaky."

"I don't have any flowers on my face anyway, just look at it!" she said.

Luo Fengtang thought he heard it wrong, and his eyes lit up.

He scratched his head and smiled.

"The flowers are not beautiful..." He muttered softly.

"What do you say?"

"It's nothing..." He shook his head quickly.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him angrily, raised her hand and twisted lightly on his arm.

"Don't say pull it down, I'm too lazy to talk to you, start work!"

She greeted her, turned around and came to the pot stand to check the dough.

The girl's coquettish look, like a gust of wind, blew away the dark clouds in his heart.

He grinned happily and turned around to sit at the door of the stove, ready to make a fire.

Yang Ruoqing buried her head, and gently poked her fingers on the glutinous dough to check.

The corners of his mouth twitched up.

Her ears are very sensitive!

This silly boy, three sticks can't make a sullen fart, why is it sweeter than honey when talking about good things?

It's really annoying, it makes people feel embarrassed!

"Qing'er, can you make a fire?"

His questioning came from the door of the stove.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said, "It's almost there."

The turtle soup in the pot began to heat, and she pinched small pieces from the kneaded dough.

Place on a chopping board and use a rolling pin to roll out the dough to a moderate thickness.

Then, stack these noodles neatly together, pick up a kitchen knife and cut them into thin shreds and shake them open.

The steam soon came out of the pot, and there was a rumbling sound of the soup boiling.

The moment Yang Ruoqing lifted the lid of the pot, white steam rushed out of her face.

Mixed with the unique delicious aroma of turtle meat.

She pushed the noodles cut on the chopping board into the surging turtle soup.

Stir them evenly with chopsticks, add an appropriate amount of salt, cover the pot and simmer.

"Tangyazi, I'll go back to the house to get my things."

She explained and turned back to her room.

I dug out the eggs I had accumulated over the past few days and counted them, and there were five in total.

Get rid of yourself and just make a poached egg for each of the five of them.

Yang Ruoqing returned to the stove with the eggs, and the noodles in the pot had already opened.

While putting poached eggs into the tumbling noodle soup, she instructed Luo Fengtang at the stove.

"Tangyazi, the fire in the stove can be a little bigger."

"Yeah!" He replied, burying his head in adding firewood.

While the poached egg was cooking, Yang Ruoqing picked up a few chives to peel off the outer bean curd skin, and rinsed it with water.

Cut the green onion leaves into thin shreds and put them on the chopping board for later use.

Here is waiting for the face to open, over there, Da An dodges into the kitchen.

"It's delicious, sister, what do we eat at night?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Keep it a secret for now, you'll know when it's on the table."

"When will we eat?" Daan asked again, looking at the steaming pot.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's almost too soon, you go to clean up the table and bring it over immediately."

"okay!"

Da An responded cheerfully, turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

Here, Yang Ruoqing came over to lift the lid of the pot, and said to Luo Fengtang, "The noodles are out of the pot!"

Luo Fengtang suppressed the fire in the stove and got up.

She wanted to help Yang Ruoqing deliver chopsticks and bowls, but was blocked by Yang Ruoqing.

She glanced at his hands, which were still stained with the ashes from the stove, with a smile in her eyes, and said angrily, "Wash your hands!"

Luo Fengtang was startled.

Qing'er is like a saucy little daughter-in-law.

His face was burning hot at this absurd thought of his own.

"Okay, I'll go wash it now."

With a grin, he turned around and washed his hands.

Soon, he washed his hands and returned to the stove.

Beside the pot table, Yang Ruoqing has also placed four bowls of hot turtle soup noodles there.

On the four bowls of noodles, there is a white and tender poached egg.

The egg yolk inside is looming.

A root of green and white shallots, evenly spread on top of the noodles.

Just one glance made him appetite.

He glanced at her who was busy making noodles: "Qing'er, shall I bring these bowls over first?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded and glanced at the tray hanging on the wooden stake on the wall.

"The noodles are hot, use a tray to hold it," she reminded.

"Ok!"

Luo Fengtang walked in front with a tray.

Yang Ruoqing held four pairs of chopsticks, followed by two spoons, and entered the next room together.

Yang Huazhong was still sitting in a wheelchair, while Mrs Sun was sitting beside the bed with his clothes on.

The table has been brought to the bed.

The Big and Small An brothers clawed at the edge of the table and stretched their necks to look at the tray in Luo Fengtang's hand.

Before the two boys could see clearly what was in the bowl, their saliva had long since been hooked by the scent.

"Qing'er, your brother said that you were cheating and that you were going to get us a mysterious meal at night. What is it?"

Sun shi smiled and asked Yang Ruoqing who walked in.

Yang Ruoqing said while setting up her chopsticks: "It's noodles, I rolled the noodles myself."

"Yeah? Noodles?" Sun shi's eyes flashed a ray of light.

(End of this chapter)