Chapter 266 I didn’t mean it on purpose (second update)
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"What are you? You were caught peeking at me? Huh?"
She put her hands on her hips, deliberately puffed up her cheeks, and stared into his eyes.
"Qing'er, I, I didn't mean it..."
Luo Fengtang lowered his head and whispered.
Qinger regards me as her elder brother and has great trust in me.
In broad daylight, I lost my composure like this.
Will she think I am an irregular person?
Will you hate me for this?
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through the boy's mind.
Feeling guilty, annoyed, and anxious.
So much so that he didn't notice the fleeting smile in her eyes, as cunning as a little fox.
Yang Ruoqing felt so happy when she saw Luo Fengtang's embarrassment in her eyes.
"Tangyazi, raise your eyes and I'll ask you something!" she ordered.
Luo Fengtang did raise his eyes, his eyes a little evasive.
Don’t dare to look at her.
"When someone talks to you, you have to look them in the eye. This is the minimum respect!"
Yang Ruoqing said again, and raised her finger to point at her own eyes.
Luo Fengtang pursed his lips and finally moved his gaze to her eyes.
"Qing'er, if you want to ask anything, just ask." He said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded and organized her words in her mind.
"I noticed that your kid has been looking at me like this for a while recently!"
She said, and raised her hand to touch her face.
"Is there something on my face?" she asked.
The weight has not been completely lost, and the skin tone has not been adjusted yet.
Logically speaking, there is not much to see!
But this kid keeps looking like this, his eyes are still burning.
It’s hard to bear the person who makes her so thick-skinned.
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, I can’t even beat him with three sticks.
She waved her hand: "Okay, okay, if you want to see it in the future, just do it openly and don't be sneaky."
"I don't have flowers on my face anyway. Look at it as you like!" she said.
Luo Fengtang thought he heard wrongly, and his eyes lit up.
He scratched his head and smiled.
"The flowers are not as beautiful as Qing'er..." He muttered softly.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing, nothing…” He shook his head quickly.
Yang Ruoqing gave him an angry look, raised her hand and pinched his arm lightly.
"Don't talk about pulling it down, I'm too lazy to talk to you, let's get started!"
She greeted, turned around and came to the pot to inspect the chewed dough.
The girl's coquettish look was like a gust of wind, blowing away all the dark clouds in his heart.
He grinned happily and turned around to sit at the door of the stove, preparing to light the fire.
Yang Ruoqing buried her head and gently poked the chewy dough with her fingers to check.
The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.
Her ears are so sensitive!
This silly boy can't beat him with three sticks, so how can he say good things that are sweeter than honey?
It’s really annoying and makes people feel embarrassed!
"Qing'er, can you light a fire?"
His voice of inquiry came from the kitchen door.
Yang Ruoqing nodded and said: "It's almost done."
The turtle soup in the pot began to heat up, and she pinched small pieces from the kneaded dough.
Put it on the chopping board and use a rolling pin to roll it into a dough of moderate thickness.
Then, stack the dough neatly together, pick up a kitchen knife, cut into thin strips and shake them out.
Steam came out of the pot soon, and there was a gurgling sound of the soup boiling. The moment Yang Ruoqing opened the lid of the pot, white steam hit 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.
Use chopsticks to stir them evenly, then add an appropriate amount of salt, cover the pot and simmer.
"Tangyazi, I'm going back to the house to get something."
She confessed, turned around and went back to her house.
I dug out the eggs I had saved over the past few days and counted them. They were five in total.
Get rid of yourself and make a poached egg for each of the five of them.
Yang Ruoqing returned to the kitchen with the eggs, and the noodles in the pot were already boiling.
While placing poached eggs into the tumbling noodle soup, she ordered Luo Fengtang at the entrance of the stove.
"Tangyazi, the fire in the stove can be a little bigger."
"Yes!" He responded and buried himself in adding firewood.
While the poached eggs were cooking, Yang Ruoqing picked up a few more chives, peeled off the outer skin, and rinsed them with water.
Cut green onion leaves into thin strips and place on the chopping board for later use.
Here we were waiting for the door to open, and over there, Daan ducked into the kitchen.
“It smells so good, sister, what should we eat at night?” he asked.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "It's a secret for the time being. You'll know when it's served on the table."
"Then when will you eat it?" Da'an asked again, looking at the steam. Look over there at the little pot.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Come on, come on, go and clear the table and bring it over right away."
"Okay!"
Daan responded happily, turned around and ran away Out of the kitchen.
Here, Yang Ruoqing came over and opened 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 stood up.
He wanted to pass the chopsticks and bowl to Yang Ruoqing, but was blocked by Yang Ruoqing.
She glanced at his hands that were still stained with stove bottom ashes, with a smile in her eyes, and said angrily: "Wash your hands!"
Luo Fengtang was startled.
Qing'er looks like a shrewd little daughter-in-law.
He felt his face heat up at his ridiculous idea.
"Okay, I'm going to wash up right away."
Grinning, he turned around and washed his hands.
Soon, he washed his hands and returned to the kitchen.
Beside the pot, Yang Ruoqing has also filled four bowls of hot turtle soup noodles and placed them there.
On top of the four bowls of noodles, there is a white and tender poached egg.
The egg yolk inside is faintly visible.
Green and white green onion shreds are spread evenly on the noodles.
Just one glance whetted his 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 wood hanging on the wall. Pallets on piles.
"If your noodles are hot, use a tray to hold them." She reminded.
“Hmm!”
Luo Fengtang walked in front holding a tray.
Yang Ruoqing followed with four pairs of chopsticks and two spoons, and entered the next room together.
Yang Huazhong was still sitting in a wheelchair, while Sun was sitting on the edge of the bed with his clothes fully clothed.
The table had been brought to the bedside.
Brothers An and Da An held the edge of the table and stretched their necks to look at the tray in Luo Fengtang's hand.
Before the two boys had time to see clearly what was in the bowl, they were already drooling from the aroma.
"Qing'er, your brother said that you are a treacherous person and want to get us a mysterious food at night. What is it?"
Sun asked Yang Ruoqing who walked in with a smile.
Yang Ruoqing placed her chopsticks and said, "It's noodles. I rolled them myself."
"Huh? Noodles?" Sun's eyes flashed with light.
(End of this chapter)