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"What are you doing? You were caught peeking at me? Huh?"

She put her hands on her hips, deliberately puffed up her cheeks, and looked into his eyes.

"Qing'er, I, I didn't mean it..."

Luo Fengtang lowered his head and whispered.

Qing'er regards me as her elder brother and has great trust in me.

It's broad daylight, yet I'm so out of sorts.

Will she think I'm a crooked person?

Will you hate me for this?

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

Feeling guilty, annoyed, and anxious all at the same time.

So much so that 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, and felt extremely happy.

"Tangyaozi, raise your eyes and I'll ask you something!" she ordered.

Luo Fengtang did raise his eyes, his eyes a little evasive.

Don't dare to look at her.

"When someone is talking to you, you have to look them in the eye. This is the minimum form of respect!"

Yang Ruoqing said again, and raised her finger to point at her eyes.

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

"Qing'er, if you want to ask anything, just ask." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and organized her words in her mind.

"I noticed that you, kid, have been looking at me like this for a while lately!"

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 skin tone has not been adjusted yet.

Logically speaking, there is nothing interesting!

But this kid keeps looking like this, his eyes are still burning.

She can't bear the person who makes her so thick-skinned.

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 sideways.

Knowing what he's like, I can't even beat him with three sticks.

She waved her hand: "Okay, okay, if you want to look at it from now on, just look at it openly and don't be sneaky or sneaky."

"Anyway, I don't have any flowers on my face, just look at it as you like!" she said.

Luo Fengtang thought he heard wrongly and his eyes lit up.

He scratched his head and smiled.

"The flowers are not as beautiful as Qing'er..." He muttered softly.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing, nothing..." He quickly shook his head.

Yang Ruoqing gave him an annoyed look, raised her hand and pinched his arm lightly.

"I'm not too lazy to talk to you, let's get started!"

She greeted, turned around and came to the pot to inspect the chewy dough.

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

He grinned happily, turned around and sat at the door of the stove, preparing to light the fire.

Yang Ruoqing buried her head and gently poked the chewed dough with her fingers to check.

The corners of his mouth could not help but curl up.

Her ears are so sensitive!

This stupid boy can't beat him with three sticks, so how can he say good things that are sweeter than honey?

It's really annoying and makes people feel embarrassed!

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

His questioning voice came from the kitchen door.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and said, "That's almost it."

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

Place it on the chopping board and use a rolling pin to roll it into a dough of moderate thickness.

Then, stack the dough neatly together, pick up a kitchen knife, cut into thin strips and shake them out.

Steam soon came out of the pot, and there was a gurgling sound of the soup boiling.

The moment Yang Ruoqing opened the lid of the pot, white steam rushed towards her face.

Mixed with the unique delicious aroma of turtle meat.

She pushed the noodles cut on the chopping board into the surging turtle soup.

Use chopsticks to stir them evenly, then add an appropriate amount of salt, cover the pot and simmer.

"Tangyaozi, I'm going back to the house to get some things."

She confessed and turned back to her room.

I took out the eggs I had saved over the past few days and counted them. They were five in total.

Except for myself, I just made a poached egg for each of the five of them.

Yang Ruoqing returned to the kitchen with the eggs, and the noodles in the pot were already boiling.

While pouring poached eggs into the boiling noodle soup, she ordered Luo Fengtang at the entrance of the stove.

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

"Yeah!" He responded and buried himself in adding firewood.

While the poached eggs were cooking, Yang Ruoqing picked up a few more chives, peeled off the outer bean curd skin, and rinsed them with clean water.

Cut green onion leaves into thin strips and place on the chopping board for later use.

Here, they were waiting for the door to open, and over there, Daan ducked into the kitchen.

"It smells so good, sister, what should we eat at night?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "It's a secret for now. You'll know when it's served on the table."

"Then when will we eat it?" Daan asked again, looking towards the steaming pot.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Come on, come on, go clear the table and bring it over right away."

"okay!"

Daan responded happily, turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

Here, Yang Ruoqing came over and opened 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 stood up.

He wanted to pass the chopsticks and bowl to Yang Ruoqing, but was blocked by Yang Ruoqing.

She glanced at his hands that were still stained with stove dust, with a smile in her eyes, and said angrily: "Wash your hands!"

Luo Fengtang was startled.

Qing'er acts like a shrewd little daughter-in-law.

He felt his face heat up at his ridiculous idea.

"Okay, I'm going to wash it right now."

Grinning, he turned around and washed his hands.

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

Beside the pot, Yang Ruoqing had also filled four bowls of hot turtle soup noodles and placed them there.
To be continued...