Chapter 8037 Suppressing the Talk
So even though it was the Liu family, she did not dare to mention it to Wang Cuilian and Sun family, and only asked the children about the arrangements for washing the Nine Dynasties.
Sun thought for a while and said, "Your third brother and your blacksmith brother discussed this matter last night."
"Oh, what do they mean?" Liu His eyes lit up and he quickly asked.
Sun said: "They said, no matter what happens, we can't wrong the two little babies. What should we do? We have to do what we have to do. The invitations are ready and will be delivered today. In the hands of relatives and friends.”
Mrs. Liu nodded repeatedly, "Yes, Third Brother and the others are right, one code belongs to the other, we cannot be wronged by the two babies!"
These are also two miserable babies. I lost my father, and I don’t even know what he looks like. Hey!
"Did Chen'er and Dazhi... go to report the news?" Ms. Liu asked again.
My real father is gone. Chen'er is the eldest son and will definitely come back for the funeral.
Sun said: "Your third brother made a subtle mention to Qing'er. Your third brother only said to tell Chen'er that he was an elder brother again and to ask him to come back and see his brothers."
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"To put it bluntly, that's what your third brother means, do you understand?"
Ms. Liu nodded vigorously, "I understand, of course I understand."
It's an official announcement of good news, but in reality it's an announcement of mourning. ah!
Sun wiped her tears and said, "Qing'er understood our intention. She pressed it and said there was no rush. We will wait until she has finished her confinement."
"That's the case. , we can’t go against her, lest she be touched again.”
Since Yang Ruoqing meant this, everyone must not mention it again.
Even if you know in your heart, you must be buried in peace after death, otherwise you cannot rest in peace.
But knowing is one thing, and sometimes people's obsessions are another. Regardless of whether it is Qing'er or Xiaoduo, they both insist on not arranging the funeral arrangements for Luo Fengtang and Xiang Shengnan. Because they always hold a glimmer of hope and a glimmer of hope in their hearts.
But the people next to them saw it more clearly than the two of them. If there was really hope, they would have come back long ago.
This situation is not like the years when Chen'er was lost. That was because we got accurate information that Chen'er was rescued by kind people, and traces were also found, but later the traces were broken again, until It was seven years before we met again.
But even so, in the intervening seven years, the pain of losing a child has always been like a dark cloud hanging over the Luo family.
I can’t even laugh happily. No matter what time, I always think of the child living outside...
“Hey, Qing’er and the others are really in trouble,” Mrs. Liu sighed, suddenly feeling that people like Yang Ruoqing and others were enviable for being rich and powerful, but God had to arrange such things for them.
Those poor people don't have these things. It can be seen that poverty is not entirely a bad thing sometimes.
A few people were talking when there was a sudden "boom" on the small stove behind them.
Mrs. Liu was startled and almost jumped up: "What the hell did it explode?"
Mrs. Sun hurriedly pressed Mrs. Liu's arm to comfort her and said: "Don't panic, don't panic, the soup is boiling. It didn’t explode.”
But Wang Cuilian had already rushed to the small stove, took the wet rag next to her, opened the lid of the earthenware jar and put it aside, then picked up the long-handled wooden spoon next to her and reached into the earthenware jar. Go and stir it up.
The white soup overflowed like foam along the mouth of the earthenware jar, but as the lid was removed and stirred, it quickly retreated. There was a gurgling sound from the earthenware jar, and a strong fragrance overflowed. Full kitchen.
Ms. Liu wrinkled her nose vigorously. The scent was like an invisible big hand, firmly holding Ms. Liu closer to the earthen pot.
"Oh, it smells so good. Sisters-in-law, what are you doing?" Mrs. Liu asked infatuatedly.
While stirring, Wang Cuilian turned back to Madam Liu and said, "Old Pigeon is stewing Gastrodia elata, for Qing'er's health." Originally Madam Liu wanted to ask for a bowl, but if she could get another one A pigeon leg is also satisfying.
I heard it was for Yang Ruoqing to replenish her body. Even a gluttonous foodie like Mr. Liu was a little embarrassed to say that.
Wang Cuilian and Mr. Sun couldn't tell that Mrs. Liu had the problem of gluttony again, but this time she only stewed two old pigeons. The pigeons were small and had little meat.
The two planned to give Qing'er a meal, and put a handful of noodles in the remaining soup for half an afternoon. They really couldn't share it with Liu.
So Wang Cuilian said: "Her fourth aunt, I will bring soup to Qing'er first, and you can stay and have lunch together later!"
Sun came over understandingly and also said : "Yes, let's eat together. There is pork head meat at noon. It is braised and goes very well with rice."
How could Mrs. Liu refuse the kindness of these two people? He nodded repeatedly.
When Wang Cuilian sent the pigeon soup to Yang Ruoqing's house, she found that she was not lying on the bed, but standing by the window, holding a roll of paper in her hand and reading.
In a bird cage next to her squatted a homing pigeon.
"Qing'er, why did you get off the ground? It's windy near the window. Go back to bed and lie down quickly!"
Wang Cuilian suddenly became nervous when she saw Yang Ruoqing's posture. If it weren't for Holding a hot soup bowl in her hand, she had already come to grab him.
Yang Ruoqing turned her head and smiled faintly at Wang Cuilian, and said softly, "Don't be nervous, aunt. I'm feeling much better. When a homing pigeon came, I took care of it and went back to bed."
While speaking, she stuffed the read note into her sleeves, grabbed a small handful of corns and put them in the trough in the cage to reward the hardworking pigeon, then returned to the bed and sat down.
The lazy table was set, and the fragrant Laoge Gastrodia Soup was served.
"Qing'er, drink it while it's hot, there's still some in the earthen pot."
Wang Cuilian stood aside and said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded.
These days, she is thinking about Luo Fengtang all the time, and she really can't sleep at night.
However, she forced herself to calm down. She was anxious and couldn't eat hot tofu. The top priority was to seize the time to recuperate her body. If her body couldn't keep up, everything she talked about would be empty talk.
So during these eight days, she had to eat five stews a day, eat them while sleeping, and eat them when she woke up.
In addition to rapidly absorbing nutrients, the body also fed the two children until they were fat and white. The two little brothers never cried because they were not full.
And in eight days, their weight also increased significantly.
While Yang Ruoqing drank pigeon soup, Wang Cuilian went to the bathroom to wash her hands and came back to change the diapers of the two children.
During the confinement period, it was really much easier for the mother-in-law to have elders on both sides to help her. Especially now that Luo Fengtang had an accident, Yang Ruoqing was even more grateful for the help of the elders on both sides.
Without their help, she doubted that she would be able to bear it.
"By the way, Qing'er, tomorrow is a good day for the two children to have a bath. Relatives and friends will come over to see the children. Your uncle, as well as your parents asked me to inform you in advance. "
When Wang Cuilian collected the bowls and left, she thought of this and stopped to tell Yang Ruoqing again.
(End of this chapter)