This face has lost a lot of weight

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but raised her hand and touched her chin. Well, it seems to be true.

but

Half a spoonful of shredded pork was put back into Luo Fengtang's bowl.

Luo Fengtang raised his eyes in shock, with a mouthful of noodles still wrapped in his mouth, and his speech was a little unclear.

"Qing'er, what are you doing again?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and blinked, "I want to lose weight and can't eat too much. Please help me share some of the burden and be obedient."

Luo Fengtang said, "There's nothing wrong with being fat."

"Hey, you're not me. You don't understand the troubles of a fat girl like me." Yang Ruoqing fiddled with the noodles in the bowl. "Girls, you have to be slimmer to look good. You are too fat. Not to mention other things, just make clothes."

It also consumes materials.”

Luo Fengtang's head was covered with black lines and he was immediately speechless.

He really has no experience in comforting people, especially female dolls.

I'm also afraid that if I don't persuade him properly because I'm clumsy, it will be worse.

Grinning, he said seriously, "Qing'er, don't talk nonsense, it's good for you to be like this."

Having said that, I didn’t dare to look up at the girl’s eyes anymore, and lowered my head to pull it out.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled. She used to be very concerned about whether she was fat or thin.

Every day when I pinch my waist and find an extra piece of flesh the size of a fingernail, I feel like I'm facing a formidable enemy.

Since traveling to this era, her mood has changed somewhat.

This person is still alive. His appearance is nothing more than a skin.

You really don't need to pay attention to it.

Follow the normal pace, eat when it's time, sleep when it's time, and work when it's time to work, maintain an optimistic attitude, and actively make a fortune and become well-off.

If you are short of anything, you must not be short of money, and if you have anything, you must not be sick. This is the happiest thing.

"Stop talking, let's eat. When we're full, we'll go back to the village." Yang Ruoqing greeted and picked up the bowl.

Soon, both of them finished the noodles and drank not a drop of the noodle soup in their bowls.

Yang Ruoqing called the waiter over to pay the bill. Two bowls of shredded pork noodles cost a total of sixteen cents.

As soon as the waiter reported the price, Luo Fengtang, who was sitting opposite Yang Ruoqing, had already handed over sixteen copper coins.

With this speed of movement, Yang Ruoqing strongly doubted that he had prepared it early in the morning.

"Tang Yazi, I don't want you to pay." Yang Ruoqing stopped her and took out sixteen coins.

However, Luo Fengtang did not listen to her for the first time, but insisted on pushing the sixteen copper coins into the waiter's hand.

The waiter took the money, put away the dishes and went down with a smile.

Here, Luo Fengtang picked up the wooden barrel filled with soybeans and the fragrant paper cold clothes the two of them bought.

He raised his eyes and planned to call Yang Ruoqing on the way, but was stunned for a moment.

He saw the female doll in front of him, with her hands on her waist and her cheeks puffed up, staring at him.

He stared at him with confusion.

"Qing'er, what's going on?"

"What, what, how dare you disobey me, you brat?" Yang Ruoqing deliberately turned a serious face and attacked him.

Monk Luo Fengtang was confused.

I wondered if I had done something wrong to make Qing'er unhappy.

In a daze, the female doll in front of him moved, and he felt a handful of heavy copper coins being stuffed into his pocket.

"Qing'er, what are you doing?"

Why did she pay back the sixteen cents again?

"Tangyaozi, let me add one more thing to you. From now on, if we make tofu together, we are our own people. When we come to town to deliver tofu to and from things, the money for a meal together must be allocated from the public fund. You are not allowed to do it anymore."

You pay for it out of your own pocket, don’t you know?”

"Yeah, I understand."

"Okay, let's go then"

"good"

When I passed the door of the shop, I just happened to catch a new basket of steamed buns coming out of the pot.

The hot aroma wafted over, and even though her stomach was full of shredded pork noodles, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel her heart tremble.

She took out four more coins, bought four meat buns, wrapped them in two pieces of oil paper and held them in her hands.

Luo Fengtang didn't say anything, just stood aside and watched everything with a smile.

The boy silently noted in his mind that Qing'er always likes to eat meat buns.

After leaving the bun shop, Yang Ruoqing stuffed one of the oil paper buns into Luo Fengtang.

"Take these two meat buns back for your uncle to eat."

"Qing'er, this"

"I know what you want to say, don't refuse. These four buns are all included in today's public consumption. Let you continue, man, don't hesitate."

Luo Fengtang blushed slightly and nodded.

There was no further delay along the way, and the two of them hurried slowly, and finally returned to the village when the sun gradually reached the western slope of Mianniu Mountain.

"Tangyaozi, I'm afraid your uncle is waiting for you at home to visit the grave, so let's go our separate ways at the entrance of the village," Yang Ruoqing suggested.

"I'll send this bucket of soybeans to your house first." Luo Fengtang said.

"I can carry it myself," Yang Ruoqing said.

"It's okay. I've carried it all the way. Do you still care about the last few steps? Let's go."

Luo Fengtang walked straight towards Old Yang's house at the north end of the village without stopping.

At this time, people in the village began to prepare to go to the mountain behind the village to burn cold clothes for the ancestors.

On the way, I met groups of villagers one after another.

Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang walking together.

One is a wild child brought back from outside by the salt lord Luo Laoer, a tough and lonely young hunter.

One is the fat girl from the old Yang family who has come back from the dead and is so fierce that she can shake things up.

These two people, what kind of wind blew them together?

As we walked along, the two of them were still talking and laughing. The man was no longer withdrawn, and the woman was no longer aggressive.

Ouch, my God, this is such a rare thing. This is even rarer than the sun rising from the west.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang could see the looks and reactions of the villagers they met along the way.

The two of them had a very tacit understanding and ignored it.

When she arrived at the door of her house, Yang Ruoqing saw Da'an pulling Xiaoan from a distance. The two brothers were standing at the entrance of the alley, tiptoeing and looking this way.

Yang Ruoqing waved to the two brothers.

The two brothers' eyes lit up instantly, and Da'an was about to run towards them when he suddenly saw Luo Fengtang carrying a wooden bucket and walking towards her right behind her sister.

Daan's delicate brows frowned slightly, and he suddenly left Xiaoan behind, turned around and ran into the alley.

Yang Ruoqing had already walked closer, and Xiao An rushed forward, grabbing Yang Ruoqing's hand excitedly.

"Sister, my mother asked me and my brother to wait for you here. When you come home, we will go to the mountain to burn some cold clothes," Xiao An said.

Yang Ruoqing took Xiao An's hand and said, "Okay, let's go home right now."

After entering the courtyard, Mrs. Sun was waiting at the door of the kitchen, and Old Sun Tou was also there.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said hello to Yang Ruoqing, and ran straight to Luo Fengtang who was following Yang Ruoqing with a lovely smile and kindness.

"Ah, Tang Yazi, have you had a good trip? Are you tired? Come on, come on, come on, go inside and have a tea break."

Seeing his wife gathered in front of Luo Fengtang, Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry. She didn't expect that she was left out in the cold.

She is still not this woman’s daughter.

Here, Luo Fengtang respectfully called Old Sun Tougagong, and then turned to Mrs. Sun and said, "Third Aunt, I'm not tired, and I won't rest anymore. The soybeans in this bucket were bought by Qing'er. I'll help her first."

Even if you send it into the house, you have to go home.”

"Oh, that's ok, let's take it to Qing'er's house," Mrs. Sun said hurriedly, turned around and walked over to open the door.
Chapter completed!