Chapter 3503 The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead
Seeing that Baby Luo finally stopped crying, Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian looked at each other, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Yang Ruoqing came to the bed and sat down curiously, "Baby, what are you laughing at?"
Baby Luo said without raising his head: "Secret."
Yang Ruoqing secretly rolled her eyes.
"Baby, is there anything interesting about this lotus pond picture? Why are you smiling so happily?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian also looked at the picture of the lotus pond in Luo Baobao's hand, with confusion written on their faces.
Baby Luo raised his head, glanced at his mother and two grandmothers in front of the bed, and raised the corners of his mouth with a proud look.
"When I color all the lotus leaves, lotus flowers, and little dragonflies in this picture of the lotus pond, my brother will be back!" she said.
“Huh?” Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised.
Luo Baobao added: "There are game regulations. You can't apply it all in one go. You can only apply one thing a day."
So that's what happened?
Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that her eyes fell on the picture of the lotus pond painted by Chen'er again, and she had to admire Chen'er's wisdom.
In this way, Baby Luo can relieve the boredom of waiting. It not only adds fun, but also cultivates Baby Luo's patience and painting skills.
Achieving multiple goals with one stone, he is really a good brother full of wisdom.
Next time when Tang Yazi leaves home again to lead troops to fight, would you like to draw a picture of peach blossoms, plum blossoms or something like that?
Thank you very much for your son’s inspiration. I also admire your daughter’s intelligence, she can understand it at a glance.
Even if my old eyes were able to penetrate the paper, they would not be able to produce any results.
Hey, this is really the Yangtze River's back wave pushing the front wave, and the front wave smashed them to death on the beach. For these two children, there is only one word: surrender!
“Sister, let’s go to school, otherwise the teacher will punish us if we are late.”
Dazhi stood at the door of the house with two schoolbags in his arms and called softly to Baobao Luo inside.
Luo Baobao raised his head and glanced at Dazhi, feeling a little aggrieved and a little disappointed and said, "Brother Dazhi, my brother Chen'er is gone, and only the two of us are left..."
Zha Upon hearing this, Dazhi seemed a little disappointed, and his eyes drooped for a while.
After a while, he raised his head again and looked at Baby Luo in the room.
"Don't be sad, sister, there is still me, I will play with you." Dazhi said sincerely.
Luo Baobao nodded and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Mom, I want to wear clothes and go to school. Brother Chen'er wants me to study hard. If I don't study well, he will punish me when he comes back."
" Okay, okay, if you read well, Brother Chen'er will come back and bring you conches and shells," Yang Ruoqing said.
“Really?” Luo Baobao asked excitedly.
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently tapped Luo Baobao's nose, "Of course it's true. No one would dare to lie to you!"
"Okay, I like colorful colors the most. The shells..."
Luo Baobao excitedly threw herself into Yang Ruoqing's arms and acted coquettishly. Yang Ruoqing hugged her and patted her fleshy little butt while giving Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian a look.
Tuoba Xian and Wang Cuilian came over immediately, and the two grandmothers worked together to prepare Luo Baobao with brushing water, clothes and shoes...
Sent the little brothers and sisters to school, Yang Ruoqing Also go home and do your own thing.
After the Dragon Boat Festival, the temperature should no longer be as hot and cold as before. Sometimes I wear jackets, sometimes I wear single clothes, sometimes it is sunny and sometimes it rains.
The weather should stabilize and then continue to heat up.
Yang Ruoqing planned to spend a whole day at home to clean up the house of her three children, wash what should be washed, dismantle what should be dismantled, and dry what should be dried.
Then open the windows to let some air in and prepare for the real arrival of summer.
Chen'er's house is as tidy and clean as ever, the quilt is folded like tofu cubes, and the books on the bookshelf are neatly arranged in categories. When I touched the desk with my fingers, there was no dust at all, and there was almost nothing to clean up. Yang Ruoqing just took off the quilt cover, took off the sheets and put them in the basin, and then carried the cotton wool to the yard to dry.
Baby Luo's house is relatively messy, but it is not dirty.
This so-called mess is almost entirely filled with puppets, and most of the bed is filled with puppets.
Then there are several rows of small puppets and clay puppets on the desk, including small figures, small animals, and some with strange shapes.
At first glance, it looks as lively as a temple fair.
Yang Ruoqing smiled while cleaning up. This little girl has really become a little collector.
Most of these puppets were carved for her by her father, Tang Yazi. Tang Yazi’s love for his daughter was extraordinary, and it was totally inconsistent with his appearance and his status as a general.
A loving father, a completely loving father.
When he arrived at Dazhi's room, the moment he opened the door, Yang Ruoqing smelled an indescribable sour smell.
It seems like something has gone bad, it’s a bit disgusting.
This kid, did he drop some uneaten food into a gada and forget to dig it out?
Yang Ruoqing wrinkled her nose and followed the place where the smell came from.
It's not a trash can in the house, but a shoe box behind the bed...
How can food be put in a shoe box?
Yang Ruoqing leaned down, moved the box out, opened the lid of the box, and found something wrapped in a handkerchief inside.
That’s the rancid smell coming from this thing.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh, what is this kid Dazhi hiding?
He quickly opened this thing to see what it was, which he had hidden in the shoe box like it was such a treasure.
When the veil was lifted and it was moldy inside, with a layer of fine white pili growing there, Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
This... this should be a scallion egg pancake.
Please forgive her for using the word "tuo", because it is really disgusting.
She tried hard to remember when the green onion egg pancakes were served, and suddenly she remembered that the last time she brought back preserved eggs from Xiao Yaxue, Da Zhi went back to the house without eating dinner.
Then she was worried that he would be hungry at night, so she specially baked scallion egg pancakes and sent them to his house.
Did this child not eat at all?
Why don’t you eat? Don't like it?
But he used to like eating scallion egg pancakes. As long as they were baked by her, he would eat them all.
If you suddenly change your appetite and don't like eating it, you should throw it in the trash can instead of wrapping it in a handkerchief and hiding it in a shoe box.
Is this a family heirloom?
Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry, and suddenly felt that this child's world was really incomprehensible to adults.
She took out the 'family heirloom', threw it into the trash can, and then went to organize things in other places.
While making the bed for Da Zhi, as soon as he picked up the cotton padding underneath, a ball of flattened paper fell to his feet.
What is this?
Yang Ruoqing temporarily put down the cotton wool, leaned over to pick up the wad of paper and spread it flat.
When she saw the graffiti on the paper, her expression changed slightly.
(End of this chapter)