The two went back and forth, and Luo Fengtang sent the dishes to the hall next door.

Then, he hurried back to the stove room without stopping.

"Qing'er, are you all ready?" He asked as soon as he walked in.

Yang Ruoqing handed him a bamboo basket with a snowproof felt cloth: "The meals are all in the basket." ”

"Okay, I'll go back as soon as I go!"

Luo Fengtang took the basket, turned around and walked to the door.

"Don't worry about it for a while, you wear a cloak and a hat, don't get your clothes wet!"

Yang Ruoqing chased to the door, picked up the coat and hat that Yang Hua'an had placed at the door, and draped them directly on Luo Fengtang's body.

As he tied the hat with a belt, he leaned down to meet her.

Her fingers hooked the strap and tied it gently around his neck.

Fingertips touched his rolling Adam's apple.

Her face flushed.

His face was also inexplicably hot.

His eyes met, and he looked at her with burning eyes.

She bit her lip lightly, then glared at him fiercely.

"The road is slippery, watch out!"

She told him angrily.

He nodded and laughed silently.

Just took a few steps, and suddenly she stopped again.

"What's the matter?" He asked, turning around.

Yang Ruoqing blushed irritably, chased after her, and took out the gloves.

She grabbed one of his free hands and put one of the gloves on him.

"The first time I made gloves, I didn't know if my hands didn't fit? You're going to wear it! ”

She lowered her eyebrows and tied the strap at her wrist in a knot.

Then, hand him the other glove.

"There's another one you wear yourself, I'm back in the stove room!"

With that, she turned around and ran back to the stove.

It wasn't until her figure disappeared into the door of the stove room that his gaze was withdrawn.

Looking at the gloves sewn from the blue cotton cloth in his hand, the corners of Luo Fengtang's mouth rippled with a warm smile.

He put down the basket in his hand and put the other glove on.

It felt like holding her fingers tightly.

This snowstorm is not cold anymore!

He picked up the basket and walked out of the yard with a brisk walk.

In the stove room, Sun sat at the door of the stove with a bowl of hot tea to keep warm.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, the woman looked at her with a smile.

"Tang Yanzi sent the food?" The woman asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Hmm! ”

"Mother, Fang Caitang also left us a bowl of rabbits, why don't I serve you a meal and you eat it first?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

Sun shook his head: "Mother is not hungry, it will be okay to wait." If you're hungry, eat first. ”

Yang Ruoqing also shook her head.

She wanted to wait for Tang Lingzi to eat together.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and came to the stove and sat with Sun to keep warm.

The two mothers said thoughtful words.

Halfway through the banquet, Luo Fengtang came back with an empty basket.

"Frozen, huh?"

Yang Ruoqing greeted him and helped him take off his hat and robe.

Sun took the coat and hat and took it to the outside of the stove room to shake off the snow on it.

"Tang Yanzi, come to the stove to roast the fire."

Yang Ruoqing dragged him to the stove.

There was a chill on his body, and the corners of his face and mouth were a little blue from the cold.

Sitting at the stove, under the residual power of the stove fire, Luo Fengtang's face finally returned a trace of ruddy.

"Qing'er, didn't you leave food for you and your third aunt? Why don't you eat it? ”

Luo Fengtang immediately noticed this and hurriedly asked.

"I'm not hungry, I'll eat later." Yang Ruoqing said.

At the mouth of the stove room, the blacksmith Luo came in.

"Is Tang Yanzi back?" Blacksmith Luo asked.

Luo Fengtang stood up: "Uncle, I just entered the door." What's wrong? ”

Luo blacksmith said: "Today, our family has to buy a field, we have to go to Li Zheng and the middleman to toast them, or we will lose the courtesy......

"Uncle, you go first, and I'll arrive later."

Luo Fengtang said.

Blacksmith Luo then left.

Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, I'll go over first, and I'll come back to accompany you later." ”

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines.

Shoved him to the door: "What do I want you to accompany me?" Hurry up, do what you have to do, don't rub it off! ”

His tall figure immediately left the stove room.

The stove room suddenly seemed empty.

In her heart, she was inexplicably empty.

She was made laughing and crying by this strange feeling of herself.

Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruoqing, what's wrong with you?

Wasn't you quite independent in the past?

Why now, why is it a little dependent on Tang Lingzi?

Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the stove room and helped Sun shake off Yang Huaan's coat and hat to remove the snow on it.

Then set aside to dry.

In the hall, there was the sound of pushing cups and changing lamps.

It was also accompanied by their laughter praising Luo Fengtang.

"Good boy, this amount of wine is not bad, and the drinking is also enjoyable, come, Li Zhengbo will go with you for another round......"

"Li Zhengbo, you are an elder, I still respect you for this cup! Do it first for respect! ”

"Good good ......"

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but glance inside the hall.

Men gather around the table, standing or sitting.

There is a figure, among these people, who stands out from the crowd.

The moment she glanced in, she was just in time for them to persuade them to drink.

With a glass in his hand, he was tilting his head to pour a glass of wine into his mouth.

Tall body, heroic posture.

Slender fingers hold the wine glass.

The rolling Adam's apple made her can't help but sound when she tied the hat strap for him.

The touch of his fingertips touching his Adam's apple.

Her eyes shrank back as if she had been electrocuted, and she turned and walked briskly back to the stove.

The cold fingers lightly patted his hot cheeks a few times.

What's going on?

The person is still the same person as before, why is it very different now!

Yang Ruoqing, you girl!

……

The wine table in the hall was eaten for more than an hour, and it was finally over.

Withdrew the food and drinks to the stove.

In the hall, the well-fed and well-fed men began to draw up contracts there.

In the stove room, Yang Ruoqing rolled up her sleeves and planned to scrub the dishes and chopsticks.

She wasn't used to eating with a pot of dirty chopsticks and dirty bowls piled up in the stove.

Luo Fengtang entered the stove room.

"Qing'er, you and the third aunt hurry up and eat hot rice, and I'll wash the dishes and chopsticks."

He went straight over and untied the dishcloth in Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced at him.

After drinking, he had a strange red tide on his face.

The always cold and hard facial lines have softened a little because of this.

The eyes, however, are deeper and brighter.

"I'll wash it, don't stain your clothes." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang smiled: "I changed the cotton clothes." ”

Only then did Yang Ruoqing notice that he had really put back on the old patched clothes he had worn before.

"How do you get it back? What should I do if it freezes? Wear it back! ”

She ordered him with a little dissatisfaction.

He laughed: "I drank and got hot, so I washed the dishes and chopsticks and went to change them." ”

He had already rolled up his sleeves and squatted down by the wooden basin containing the dirty dishes, and washed it with his hands.

Yang Ruoqing is out of options.

"Cheng, then you can wash it."

She turned around and picked up the gourd ladle and scooped a scoop of hot water from the clay pot and added it to the wooden basin.

"Exchange some hot water, otherwise it will be easy to freeze." She said.

Luo Fengtang looked up and smiled at her, buried his head and washed the dishes clumsily but seriously.