Chapter 4169 I don’t dare to eat mutton anymore
There is always a difference between men and women eating at the same table.
Usually women are focused on eating and eating, while men have to drink and talk, so when the women finish eating, they are still eating leisurely , chatting.
Women can understand this. No, Yang Ruoqing took the lead back to the house after eating.
Before leaving, he specifically said to Wang Cuilian: "Auntie, put these dishes and chopsticks there for now and wash them together tomorrow. It's rare that they are here tonight and are in the mood for a drink, so let's let them have a drink. Have fun.”
Wang Cuilian said: "Okay, let them drink, we are not in a hurry."
Before going to bed, Yang Ruoqing went to visit the children in their room and talked to them for a while. Mother and son were in a happy relationship. .
Baby Luo sat sideways on Yang Ruoqing's lap, holding Yang Ruoqing's arms with both hands, and said coquettishly: "Mom, I miss brother Dazhi a little bit. This year's Chinese New Year, will brother Dazhi come back to celebrate the New Year with us? ”
Chen'er also said: "Mom, if necessary, I will personally write a letter to invite brother Dazhi to come home for the New Year."
Yang Ruoqing understands Chen'er's intentions, he is showing off his own taste Sincerity and sincere invitation.
Yang Ruoqing said: "It's not that Mom didn't write a letter to invite her, it's because your brother Dazhi made it clear to Mom before that he hasn't been able to fulfill his filial piety in front of his biological mother for several years, so he wants to stay with his biological mother to fulfill his filial piety."
"Whenever he wants to come back for a visit, he will naturally write to let us know."
Chen'er Diandian Head said, "In that case, I want to write a letter to Brother Dazhi to greet him. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and I will give him a gift by the way. I brought him back from the capital, the Four Treasures of the Study, and a set of Mr. Su's calligraphy and paintings. ”
Mr. Su, Yang Ruoqing knows a little about, is a famous poet in Daqi, and is famous for his calligraphy and painting.
Dazhi liked it very much when he was at home and even collected some.
Chen'er collected Mr. Su's authentic works, which shows that Chen'er really put his heart into it.
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and touched Chen'er's head, and said happily: "My Chen'er is really a sensible and generous child. My parents are happy for your open-mindedness and kindness."
"Brother Dazhi, I think you can understand."
Chen'er curled her lips, her brows and eyes were bright and pure.
"Although I have no blood relationship with Brother Dazhi, since he has entered a family and he has been raised by his parents, I will sincerely treat him as a biological brother and support each other in the future!" Yang Ruoqing nodded! Head, face moved.
Luo Baobao excitedly said to Chen'er: "Brother, when the time comes, I will draw a picture on the back of the letter you wrote to Brother Dazhi. It will be my gift to Brother Dazhi, okay?"< br>
Chen'er raised her hand and gently scratched Baby Luo's little nose: "Okay, whatever you say is fine, as long as you are happy."
"Yeah!" Baby Luo made a sign Scissorhands, smiling so hard that his pink gums were exposed.
Yang Ruoqing talked to them for a while. Seeing that his brother and sister were about to paint, they got up and left.
Before leaving, he couldn't help but tell him: "It's cold at night and the air is very cold. Don't draw too long, you two. When it's almost done, go to bed!" It's not even cold. I ate a lot of mutton and mutton chops at night. , My palms are all sweaty right now. If you don’t believe me, why don’t you come and touch me?”
Yang Ruoqing had already walked to the door, but when she saw her daughter’s little tender hand, she couldn’t help but turn around again. He came back to her and gently held her little hand.
"Well, I'm really sweaty, but I can't stay up late, it's winter after all!" Yang Ruoqing said gently.
Baby Luo made a playful face.
Chen'er smiled at the side and said, "Don't worry, Mom, I have my own sense of discretion."
Yang Ruoqing nodded, then turned around and left with peace of mind.
The two of them got up near noon.
"You didn't go to sword practice today, nor did you get up early to clean the courtyard. You've fallen, General!"
When she got up and combed her hair, Yang Ruoqing teased.
Luo Fengtang smiled.
(End of this chapter)