"How's it going? Isn't it sweet?"

she asked with a smile.

He had a mouthful of sweet potato meat in his mouth and was reluctant to swallow it.

Hearing her ask, he nodded vigorously.

He grew up eating sweet potatoes.

If rice is not enough, sweet potatoes and wild vegetables will be used to make up for it.

But this sweet potato is too sweet!

It's like being soaked in honey water. Before I swallow it, it's sweet all the way to my heart...

Two roasted sweet potatoes were easily destroyed by two people.

Touching her swollen belly, Yang Ruoqing let out a sigh of satisfaction!

"Hey, this guy, it doesn't matter whether you have a huge fortune or a small family."

"In the final analysis, living in this world is all about this food."

After eating, her emotion came.

Luo Fengtang listened with a smile, picked up a burnt branch in his hand and scratched it casually on the ground...

"Just like me, I have eaten and drank enough now to satisfy my appetite."

"Even if the delicacies of mountains and seas are placed in front of me, I have no interest in them."

She patted her belly and said.

Luo Fengtang nodded seriously.

"Qing'er is right." He praised.

She smiled without blushing: "Hehe, of course, otherwise, how can I teach you and solve your doubts?"

He also smiled.

This girl is reserved and reserved, and seems to have no connection with her.

Careless and without any pretense.

This is what attracted him to her!

"What are you rowing at? Let me take a look!"

She came closer and poked her head to look at the place where his branches were scratched.

However, he blocked it.

"Don't read it, the writing doesn't look good!"

He looked a little panicked, but his face turned red.

This piqued her curiosity even more.

"An ugly daughter-in-law must meet her parents-in-law. I am your teacher. No matter how ugly the words are, I will read them!"

She pulled him aside and stared at the words on the ground.

Her expression was a little weird, and she couldn't help but grin.

Luo Cha Cha Cha Cha Yang Cha Cha...

"Tangyaozi, what do you want to express by making so many crosses on the ground?"

She raised her head, confused.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head and glanced at the 'masterpiece' on the ground, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You're not a teacher, guess what!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head, stared at the pile of forks on the ground, and racked her brains to think...

"Oh, it's so profound, it's almost like Martian literature!"

She muttered.

"Please announce the answer quickly, I'm going to lose my mind!"

She cooed at him.

Luo Fengtang chuckled and leaned against her ear.

"Luo Fengtang likes Yang Ruoqing!"

Well……

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

She remembered that she was now teaching him how to recognize hundreds of family names.

He learned the words Yang and Luo.

But I haven't had time to learn the four characters involved in the two people's names.

No wonder there are so many circles in this place.

She couldn't help but laugh.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and the waves in front die on the beach!"

"The mystery hidden between the lines of your words is so profound!"

she joked.

"Come, let me teach you how to write our names!"

She then picked up a branch, squatted on the ground, and started writing stroke by stroke.

Luo Fengtang's eyes followed her hand extremely seriously.

Keep the strokes of every word firmly in mind.

"Luo...feng...tang...begonia flower's tang."

"Yang... Ruo... Qing... Qing on a sunny day."

As she wrote it to him, she explained what each word meant.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

She picked up her branch and traced the names of the two people she had written on them again.

Looking at the two empty spaces between their names, she deliberately left them.

He frowned: "What should I add here?"

like?

Rare?

Like it?

He is considering.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

She stretched out her hand and pressed it on the back of his hand holding the branch.

His hands are big, and hers are much smaller than his.

However, this does not prevent her from guiding him.

"Come, let's add some together!"

She whispered, holding his hand and walking to the empty seat between the two people's names.

Draw two ‘hearts’.

It was like moving the two beating red hearts in their chests to this ground.

It's very quiet in Shanchong, with the occasional mountain breeze blowing.

Neither of them spoke.

His eyes fell on the two people's clasped hands, and the two hearts slowly forming under the branches...

The mountain breeze lifted her hanging hair.

Brushing his cheek.

He pursed his lips tightly and smelled the faint fragrance of her hair.

My heart is drunk.

From the corner of her eye, she occasionally glanced at his neatly profiled face.

His facial features and eyebrows are all the way she likes.

She originally didn't belong to this world.
To be continued...