Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 4086
Yang Ruoqing brought two bowls of brewed hot tea with a tray, and then cut a plate of fruit and sent them to Chen'er's study in the backyard.

When they entered the door, the two of them sat face to face at the desk, as if talking about the artistic conception expressed by a certain poem in the "Book of Songs".

Yang Ruoqing asked herself that Chinese was taught by the physical education teacher, and hurriedly left the house after delivering the tea and fruit, and thoughtfully closed the door for them before leaving.

In the room, Zichuan asked Chen'er: "Your mother should be very interested in hearing us talking about poetry and songs. The "Dream of Red Mansions" that has become popular in the capital in recent years is written by her." , There are many beautiful poems and songs in that novel, many of which have been praised by others, and some of them have even been composed by the public."

"But why did she turn around and leave when the two of us were discussing poems and songs just now, and didn't participate in the discussion?"

Hearing Mu Zichuan's puzzled question, Chen'er was startled for a moment, then smiled slightly.

"My mother is an all-rounder, not only limited to one side. But in my opinion, her greater hobbies should be doing business, writing poetry and novels, and so on. It's just a whim of hers."

In fact, what Chen'er wants to say is that he still thinks that his wife is a huge mystery.

My old lady can write novels, my old lady's martial arts are not inferior to his, and my old lady has an ancient sword, Moxie Sword, which only she can pull out in the world.

My old lady knows how to do business and make money, cook all kinds of delicious meals, make all kinds of delicious wines that make people linger, and even make spices and perfumes. In the capital, almost everything from wine to perfume is caught by my old lady. .

In addition, my mother still runs a brothel in the capital. Every year in the capital oiran selection competition, two girls from my mother's brothel occupy the top three.

What Chen'er admires the most, and what he admires most, is his mother's talent in counting chips...

And, the routine behind this old lady's smile.

The old lady is a clever woman, a playful woman, a kind woman, but also a gentle and scheming woman.

Chen'er likes this kind of old lady, she is an idol, a flaunt, and when she gets a wife in the future, she must use this old lady as a model to find her.

"Your mother is really hiding her secrets, and she is free and easy." Mu Zichuan's exclamation reached Chen'er's ears.

Chen'er came back to her senses in an instant, only then did she realize that she had just been distracted.

"Uncle Zichuan, let's continue talking." Chen'er sat upright, with a humble and respectful expression.

In another hour, the school where my sister is at will be over, right?As an older brother, he wanted to pick up his sister at the gate of the school and give her a surprise.

When the sun was in the west, Mu Zichuan returned home happily, and before leaving, he made an agreement with Chen'er to continue the discussion tomorrow.

And Chen'er also stood up and stretched. After sitting for a long time, he wanted to get up and walk around.

Yang Ruoqing and Tuobaxian entered the room together.

Tuobaxian was holding a plate in his hand, and there were naturally all kinds of exquisite pastries on the plate.

These pastries were made by Tuobaxian himself.

In Yang Ruoqing's hand was a basin filled with hot water, and a clean veil was placed on the edge of the basin.

"My dear grandson, are you hungry? Come and have some snacks." Tuoba Xian beckoned to Chen'er with a smile.

Chen'er rushed over to greet her, held Tuobaxian's arm, and walked towards the table.

"Grandma, I haven't eaten for a while, and I'm still not hungry!" Chen'er said with a smile.

Tuobaxian said: "You ate a small bowl when you were eating earlier, and then discussed with your Uncle Zi Chuan about the knowledge of the day, how could you not be hungry? You must be hungry!"

Tuobaxian's determined tone made Chen'er a little dumbfounded.

Strangely, last time in my sister's family letter, my sister mentioned a sentence, saying: There is a kind of hunger in this world that makes grandma think you are hungry.

At that time, he didn't quite understand what his sister said, he just thought it was a bit playful. Now, he completely empathizes with her, haha...

"Just now, when you and your uncle Zichuan were discussing knowledge in the room, your grandma washed her hands and cooked it for you."

Yang Ruoqing explained to Chen'er, and blinked secretly.

Mother and child are connected, and Chen'er has an exquisite heart, upon hearing this, he hurriedly said: "Grandma, I was not hungry at first, but now I smell the scent of this pastry and I am suddenly hungry. I want to eat, I want to eat!"

"Oh, no matter how anxious you are to eat cakes, you have to wash your hands first. Come here and wash your hands first." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Chen'er said: "The main reason is that the pastries made by my grandma are so tempting. I can't wait. Washing my hands has long been forgotten."

These words were really sweet to Tuobaxian's heart, she smiled lovingly and pampered her face.

He patted Chen'er's arm lightly, and said: "Listen to your mother, wash your hands first, the pastry won't fly off, I'll show you the milk!"

Why do you say this?
Because Luo Baobao's three-month-old little Teddy followed Tuobaxian all the way to this house, and the little Teddy smelled the sweetness of the pastries, and now he was running around under the table anxiously.

Chen'er looked down at the little Teddy raised by her sister, and there was a smile in her eyes.

"Okay, I'm going to wash my hands, and I'll eat after washing my hands."

When he came to the basin, Yang Ruoqing had already twisted the veil and was waiting beside him.

Chen'er buried her face in warm water and washed it well, then raised her head.

Yang Ruoqing quickly covered his face with a warm veil and wiped it off for him.

With gentle movements and gentle eyes, he wiped back and forth on the face of Xiaojun who was exactly like Luo Fengtang in front of him.

It wasn't dirty at all, but she was so reluctant to take it back.

"Mom, if you continue to wipe like this, you will wipe off several layers of skin on my face."

Chen'er wailed in his heart, but he still stood up straight and let Yang Ruoqing wipe it.

He knew that Mother had never been close enough to him.

Because of Qian's bad intentions, he and his mother were separated for nearly seven years.

Niang often said that she missed the most precious seven years of his growing up...

Therefore, as long as the mother is willing, he is more than nine years old now, and he is willing to entertain the mother like a child, as long as the mother can get some comfort!
"Chen'er's face is not dirty at all, Qing'er, it's almost enough, otherwise the pastry will be cold and affect the taste." Tuoba Xian's reminder came from the table.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly came back to her senses, seeing the slightly flushed little face in front of her, she felt distressed and blamed herself.

Xiao Jun, who gently held Chen'er in both hands, looked at his face carefully, "It's mother's fault, mother is distracted, do you still love my son?"

Chen'er smiled and shook his head: "My son has rough skin and thick flesh, so it doesn't hurt at all."

After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and carefully washed his hands, turned around and quickly walked back to the table, and sat down next to Tuobaxian.

(End of this chapter)