Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 295: An inexplicable burst of emptiness (one more)

After two back and forth, Luo Fengtang sent the dishes to the next hall.

Then, he hurried back to the kitchen non-stop.

"Qing'er, are you ready?" he asked as he entered the door.

Yang Ruoqing handed him a bamboo basket with a snow-proof felt cloth on it: "The meals are all in the basket."

"Okay, I'll be back when I go!"

Luo Fengtang took the basket, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Don't worry for a while, put on a hoodie and a hat, don't get your clothes wet!"

Yang Ruoqing chased to the door, picked up Yang Huaan's robe and bamboo hat, and put them directly on Luo Fengtang.

When he was tying the bamboo hat, he leaned down to meet her.

Her fingers hooked the straps, which were lightly tied around his neck.

The pads of his fingers touched his rolling Adam's apple.

Her face flushed.

His face was also inexplicably hot.

Eyes met, he looked at her with burning eyes.

She bit her lip lightly, then glared at him fiercely.

"The road is slippery, be careful!"

She told him angrily.

He nodded and smiled silently.

Just after a few steps, she was suddenly stopped by her.

"What's the matter, Qing'er?" He turned around and asked.

Yang Ruoqing blushed impatiently, chased after him, and took out the gloves.

She grabbed his free hand and slipped one of the gloves on him.

"The first time I made gloves, I don't know if they fit well? You should wear them!"

She lowered her eyebrows and knotted the straps around her wrists.

Then, hand him the other glove.

"There's another one for you to wear, I'm going back to the kitchen!"

After saying this, she turned around and ran back to the stove.

It wasn't until her figure disappeared at the door of the kitchen that he looked back.

Looking at the gloves sewn from blue-blue cotton in his hand, Luo Fengtang's mouth curled into a warm smile.

He put down the basket in his hand and put on the other glove.

It felt like holding her fingers tightly.

This snowstorm is not cold anymore!

He picked up the basket and walked out of the yard at a fast pace.

In the stove room, Mr. Sun was sitting at the door of the stove holding a bowl of hot tea to keep warm.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, the woman looked at her with a smile.

"Tangyazi delivered the food?" the woman asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yeah!"

"Mother, Fang Cai Tang Yazi also left us a bowl of rabbits, how about I fill you with rice and you eat it first?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

Mrs Sun shook her head: "Mother is not hungry, it will be fine later. If you are hungry, you eat first."

Yang Ruoqing also shook her head.

She wanted to wait for Tang Yazi to eat together.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and came to the stove, and sat with Sun to keep warm.

The two mothers will talk kindly.

Halfway through the banquet, Luo Fengtang came back with an empty basket.

"Frozen?"

Yang Ruoqing went up to meet him and helped him take off his hat and robe.

Mrs Sun took the mink clothes and hats and took them outside the stove to shake off the snow on them.

"Tangyazi, come to the stove and bake on the fire."

Yang Ruoqing dragged him towards the stove.

There was a chill on his body, and the corners of his face and mouth were a little blue from the cold.

Sitting at the stove, Luo Fengtang's face finally returned a hint of rosy under the lingering power of the stove.

"Qing'er, didn't I leave food for you and the third aunt? Why don't you eat it?"

Luo Fengtang noticed this immediately and hurriedly asked.

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat later." Yang Ruoqing said.

At the entrance of the kitchen room, Blacksmith Luo came in.

"Is Tang Yazi back?" Luo Tiesmith asked.

Luo Fengtang stood up: "Uncle, I just entered the door. What's the matter?"

Blacksmith Luo said: "Today our family is buying land, we have to go to toast Li Zheng and the middleman, or else we will lose our courtesy..."

"Uncle, you go first, and I'll be there later."

Luo Fengtang said.

Blacksmith Luo left immediately.

Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, I'll go over first, and come back to accompany you later."

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines.

Push him to the door: "What do I want you to accompany? You hurry up, do what you need to do, don't linger!"

His tall figure came out of the kitchen immediately.

The kitchen suddenly seemed empty.

There was an inexplicable emptiness in her heart.

She was dumbfounded by this strange feeling of herself.

Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruoqing, what are you doing?

You used to be quite independent, weren't you?

Why are you now relying on Tang Yazi?

Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the kitchen and helped Sun to shake off the snow on Yang Huaan's cloak and hat.

Then set it aside to dry.

In the main room, there was the sound of changing cups.

It was also accompanied by their laughter praising Luo Fengtang.

"Good boy, this drink is not bad, and drinking is also a pleasure. Come, Li Zhengbo will walk with you again..."

"Li Zhengbo, you are an elder, I still respect you for this cup! Do it first!"

"Good good..."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but glanced inside the hall.

The men stood or sat around the table.

There is a figure that stands out among these people.

The moment she glanced in, just in time for them to persuade them to drink.

He was holding a wine glass in his hand, and he was looking up and pouring a glass of wine into his mouth.

Tall body, heroic figure.

Long fingers held the wine glass.

The rolling Adam's apple made her unable to resist the sound of the time when she tied the bamboo hat to him.

The feeling of fingertips touching his Adam's apple.

Her eyes shrank back like an electric shock, and she turned and walked quickly back to the stove.

Cold fingers gently patted his hot cheeks a few times.

what happened?

The person is still the same person from the past, why is it so different today!

Yang Ruoqing, you nympho!

……

The wine table in the main room, after eating for more than an hour, was finally over.

The wine and vegetables were withdrawn to the stove.

In the main room, well-fed men began to draw up contracts there.

In the kitchen, Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and planned to wash the dishes.

She is not used to eating with a pot of dirty chopsticks and dirty bowls piled up in the kitchen.

Luo Fengtang entered the kitchen.

"Qing'er, you and Aunt San should hurry up and eat, and I'll wash the dishes."

He came straight over and took off the dishcloth in Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing turned to look at him.

After drinking, there were a few strange red tides on his face.

The usual cold and hard facial lines have also softened a bit.

Eyes, but deeper and brighter.

"I wash, don't stain your clothes." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang smiled: "I changed my padded coat."

Only then did Yang Ruoqing notice that he really wore the old patched clothes again.

"Why change it back? What should I do when it freezes? Put it back on!"

She ordered him angrily.

He smiled: "After drinking, my whole body became hot, so I washed the tableware and chopsticks before changing them."

He had already rolled up his sleeves and crouched down beside the tub with dirty dishes, and started to wash.

Yang Ruoqing had nothing to do.

"Sure, then you can wash it."

She turned around and picked up the gourd scoop, went to the crock and scooped a scoop of hot water into the wooden basin.

"Exchange some hot water, otherwise it's easy to freeze your hands." She said.

Luo Fengtang raised her head and smiled at her, burying her head clumsily but earnestly washing the dishes.

(End of this chapter)