Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7581 The Waltz of Love

If it had been someone else, I'm afraid that Luo Fengtang's strong wind would have blown him around 720 degrees on the spot, and then fell to the ground magnificently.

But when it was Yang Ruoqing who came, the situation was different.

Don't look at her with a big belly and a plate in her hand, but the sensitivity of this Lianjiazi surpasses ordinary people by eighteen blocks.

No, she turned around, and when she passed Luo Fengtang, she was able to put a hand on his shoulder lightly.

Luo Fengtang saw clearly that it was Yang Ruoqing who came, so anxiously he stretched his long arms around her waist, and bent his tall body slightly.

Following the strength of his arm, Yang Ruoqing fell into his arms, one leg stretched straight up, and the lake blue skirt fluttered, like flower petals blooming in an instant.

He held her waist with one hand, and gently supported her feet with the other, his body leaned down again, and the two looked at each other at a distance.

A deep feeling entangled with guilt.

A tenderness mixed with playfulness.

The two looked at each other, and they both looked at each other and smiled, and the little tempers they had had before were disintegrated in an instant.

"This posture seems to be dancing a waltz." Dear

Yang Ruoqing winked at him and said.

Before Luo Fengtang could bother to ask what the waltz of love was, a figure rushed out of the room.

"What's going on? Did Qing'er fall..."

Blacksmith Luo's voice stopped abruptly.

He leaned on the door frame, stared at the young man and woman in front of him with wide eyes, and a voice in his heart asked himself:

where am I?
what did i see?
I am entering?
or retreat?

When Luo Tiejiang was embarrassed, Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing were also dumbfounded.

Luo Fengtang wished he could slap himself, why did he forget that uncle is a living person?

And Yang Ruoqing hurriedly put her foot down, stepped on the ground, got up from his arms, and stood aside, blushing.

What is social death?That's it.

Fortunately, Luo Fengtang's defense value was relatively higher, no, he quickly stood up straight in front of Yang Ruoqing, and asked Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, you, why are you still in the house?"

When asked this question, Blacksmith Luo almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

When a living person like me was put in your house by you, when did you pass by?
If Qing'er hadn't been there, Blacksmith Luo would have jumped up and slapped Luo Fengtang on the head.

"Just about to leave!" Blacksmith Luo coughed dryly, and prepared to leave with his hands behind his back.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly called out to him: "Uncle, wait a moment."

Blacksmith Luo stopped and looked at Yang Ruoqing.

After a while, Yang Ruoqing had already come back to life from the short-term social death.

She smiled and walked out from behind Luo Fengtang, and put the plate in her hand in front of Blacksmith Luo.

"This is the sweet potato pancake I just made for Tang Yazi, uncle, try it."

Blacksmith Luo glanced at the plate, and indeed there was a plate of sweet potato pancakes, small and delicate, golden on both sides, very pleasing to look at.

Blacksmith Luo took one symbolically and left quickly.

He used to be a blacksmith, and he himself has the temperament of a straight man of steel, but the subtle situation in the yard can still be felt by his old steel.

After Blacksmith Luo left, Yang Ruoqing was about to turn around and greet Luo Fengtang to eat sweet potato pancakes, but she didn't expect that someone even took the plate when her hand was empty.

Holding it in my arms, I took one and took a bite, happy.

"good to eat!"

Before she asked, he kissed his ass first.

This is completely different from the person who was sitting at the desk with a sullen face before.

"After eating the sweet potato pancakes I made, you can't be angry with me anymore, can you?"

Yang Ruoqing leaned over, smiled and blinked at him.

Luo Fengtang's cheeks were bulging, and his face turned red when he heard this. He wanted to explain, but he almost choked when he opened his mouth.

You should know that sweet potatoes belong to the coarse grain series, with more starch and crude fiber.

"Oh, why don't you talk before you eat? What's the rush? What if you choke?"

Yang Ruoqing quickly patted him on the back and scolded him.

Luo Fengtang managed to swallow the food in his mouth, and hurriedly turned around and said to her anxiously: "I was going to find you about this matter, I'm not angry, I was just kidding with you of."

Yang Ruoqing smiled smugly: "Of course I know you're joking. You were reading military books at the time, and you were pretending to read them."

"You discovered all of this? My wife is amazing!" Well, he admitted that his attention was really not on the book at the time.

"Could you not find out?" Yang Ruoqing was speechless, "You had turned your back on the book back then, but you didn't realize it yourself!"

"What?"

Luo Fengtang was very embarrassed, and he grinned when it was over.

"As long as you don't get angry with me, daughter-in-law." He said again.

Yang Ruoqing came over to hold his arm, and put her face on his arm meekly.

"I should tell you that." She said softly, "As long as you don't get angry with me, I'll be at ease."

Not to mention, for so many years, she has long been used to him pampering her like a temperless person, even if she does something wrong, he will tolerate her.

His temper, his cold face, never used her.

She knew it was because he loved her and cared about her.

But before, even if it was a joke, she still found that she couldn't adapt to his deliberately cold face.

I was so flustered and anxious, and realized that I had touched his bottom line a little bit.

"I shouldn't have spoken for Ye Yi like that in front of you before. I should have considered your feelings more. I was wrong, Tang Yazi. I apologize to you..."

"No, no, Qing'er, you are right. I know you have the same thoughts as I do. You are all worried about that brat Ye Yi, worried that his wife will be snatched away."

"Well, it's good that you understand, one is Ye Yi, whom you treat as a brother, and the other is my cousin who I grew up with, I'm afraid that those who don't have eyes will get involved like shit sticks." Yang Ruoqing said again .

Luo Fengtang held the plate and nodded repeatedly.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that he was still eating, and she said things like stirring shit sticks to affect the atmosphere.

So he quickly changed the subject and led him into the house.

Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing: "You don't have to worry about Ye Yi, he's really dumb when he's in a daze, but there are also times when he's clever. I'll ask him to come over and give some advice after I finish eating the sweet potato pancakes."

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, "Okay, it's best for you to tell me."

"Well, if you can't eat sweet potato pancakes, then don't eat them? If you eat too much of this stuff, you'll get flatulence." She said again.

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "No, this is the cake you made for me yourself, I have to eat it all if I'm flatulent!"

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines.

This stubborn donkey!
"Qing'er, can I ask you something?"

While eating, Luo Fengtang suddenly raised his head to look at her, his eyes were a little pitiful, terrified, and helpless.

(End of this chapter)