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"What are you? Peeking at me being caught? Well? ”

She crossed her hands on her hips, deliberately puffed out her cheeks, and stared into his eyes.

"Qing'er, I—I didn't mean to ......"

Luo Fengtang lowered his head and said in a low voice.

Qing'er treats me as a brother and trusts me a lot.

In broad daylight, I was out of shape like this.

Does she think I'm a bad person?

Will you hate me for it?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through the boy's mind.

It's weak-hearted, annoyed, and apprehensive.

Even he didn't notice the fleeting smile in her eyes, as cunning as a little fox.

Yang Ruoqing saw Luo Fengtang's embarrassment in her eyes, not to mention how happy she was.

"Tang Yanzi, you raise your eyes, I'll ask you!" She commanded.

Luo Fengtang really raised his eyes, his gaze was a little evasive.

I didn't dare to look at her.

"When someone talks to you, you have to look them in the eye, which is a minimum of respect!"

Yang Ruoqing said again, and raised her hand to her eyes.

Luo Fengtang pursed his lips and finally moved his gaze to her eyes.

"Qing'er, what do you want to ask, ask." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and organized the language in her heart.

"I found out that you kid has been staring at me like this for a while!"

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 complexion has not been adjusted yet.

It stands to reason that there is nothing to see!

But this kid always looks at it like this, and his little eyes are still hot.

The people who made her so thick-skinned couldn't bear it.

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.

Knowing what he looks like, he can't beat a fart with three sticks.

She waved her hand: "Okay, okay, if you want to look at it in the future, just look at it openly, don't be sneaky and sneaky." ”

"Anyway, I don't have any flowers on my face, whatever you see!" She said.

Luo Fengtang thought that he had misheard, and his eyes lit up.

He scratched his head and smiled.

"Flowers aren't as pretty......" he muttered quietly.

"What do you say?"

"Nothing...... "Nothing," he quickly shook his head.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him angrily, raised her hand and twisted it lightly on his arm.

"Don't talk about pulling down, I'm too lazy to talk to you, start work!"

She beckoned, turning to the pot to inspect the dough.

The girl's delicate appearance was like a gust of wind, blowing away the dark clouds in his heart.

He grinned happily and turned to sit down at the door of the stove, ready to make a fire.

Yang Ruoqing buried her head and gently poked her fingers at the dough and checked it.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl.

Her ears are sensitive!

This stupid boy, three sticks can't make a stuffy fart, why is it sweeter than honey to say good things?

It's so annoying, it's embarrassing!

"Qing'er, can you make a fire?"

His inquiry came from the door of the stove.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said, "It's almost." ”

The soft-shelled turtle soup in the pot began to heat up, and she pinched small pieces from the kneaded dough.

Place on a cutting board and roll out with a rolling pin to form a moderately thick dough.

Then, stack the dough neatly on top of each other, pick up the kitchen knife and cut it into thin shreds.

Soon the pot was steaming hot, and there was a gurgling sound of boiling soup.

The moment Yang Ruoqing lifted the lid of the pot, white water vapor came to her face.

It is mixed with the unique flavor of soft-shelled turtle meat.

She shoved the noodles cut from the board into the gushing turtle soup.

Stir them evenly with chopsticks, add an appropriate amount of salt, cover the pot and simmer.

"Tang Yanzi, I'll go back to the house and get something."

She confessed, and turned back to her room.

I turned out the eggs I had saved in the past few days, and counted them, and there were five in total.

Get rid of yourself and just make a poached egg for each of the five of them.

Yang Ruoqing took the eggs back to the stove, and the noodles in the pot were already boiling.

While putting poached eggs into the tumbling noodle soup, she instructed Luo Fengtang at the stove.

"Tang Yanzi, the fire in the stove can be a little bigger."

"Hmm!" He answered, burying his head in the wood.

Taking advantage of the gap between the poached eggs and cooking, Yang Ruoqing picked up a few chives to peel off the outer rotten skin and rinse them with water.

Cut the green onion leaves into thin strips and put them on the cutting board for later use.

This side was waiting for the face to open, and over there, Daan flashed into the stove room.

"It's so fragrant, sister, what are we going to eat at night?" He asked.

Yang Ruoqing grinned and said, "Keep it secret for the time being, you will know when it is served on the table." ”

"When will you eat it?" Daan asked again, glancing over the steaming cauldron.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's almost over, you go and clean up the table and bring it over immediately." ”

"Okay!"

Da'an responded happily, turned around and ran out of the stove room.

Here, Yang Ruoqing came over and lifted 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 got up.

wanted to help Yang Ruoqing hand chopsticks and bowls, but was blocked by Yang Ruoqing.

She glanced at his hand that was still stained with ash at the bottom of the stove, smiled in her eyes, and said angrily: "Wash your hands!" ”

Luo Fengtang was stunned.

Qing'er is like this, just like a spicy little daughter-in-law.

His face burned at the ridiculous thought of his own.

"Okay, I'll go wash it."

With a grin, he turned around and washed his hands.

Soon, he washed his hands and returned to the stove.

On the side of the pot, Yang Ruoqing had also put four bowls of hot turtle soup noodles there.

On top of the four bowls of noodles, there is a white and tender poached egg.

The yolk inside is looming.

Green and white shredded green onions are evenly spread on top of the noodles.

Just one glance whetted his appetite.

He glanced at her who was busy scooping noodles: "Qing'er, then let me bring these bowls first?" ”

Yang Ruoqing nodded, glancing at the tray hanging from the wooden stake on the wall.

"The noodles are hot, and they are held on a tray." She reminded.

"Hmm!"

Luo Fengtang walked in front with a tray.

Yang Ruoqing took four pairs of chopsticks and two spoons to follow, 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 folded.

The table was already on the edge of the bed.

The big and small An brothers grabbed the edge of the table and stretched their necks to look at the tray in Luo Fengtang's hand.

Before the two boys could see what was in the bowl, they were already so hooked by the fragrance that their saliva was about to flow out.

"Qing'er, your brother said that you sell Guanzi 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 said while swinging chopsticks: "It's noodles, I rolled the noodles myself." ”

"Huh? Noodles? Sun's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.