"Tang Yaozi, don't look for it. It's not convenient to do it in the dark. Hide this bowl of dumplings out of the reach of mice. When it gets bright tomorrow, you can wash the pot, wash the dishes and heat them up again."

Yang Ruoqing said, her eyes lit up when she glanced at a small wooden bucket with a lid over there.

Luo Fengtang also saw the wooden barrel and said, "Then put it in this wooden barrel. This is used to hold rice. Rats can't get in."

"Okay!" Yang Ruoqing responded, turning sideways and taking out the bowl of dumplings from the basket.

Luo Fengtang bent down and just opened the lid of the barrel.

Two mice swooped out from inside. If Yang Ruoqing didn't give in quickly, one of the mice was about to jump into the dumpling bowl in her hand.

"Oh my god, it's so dangerous"

Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Fengtang suppressed his blush. He picked up the barrel and took a look. There was a hole in the bottom.

"I just said why the rice is eaten so fast. It turns out that the mouse has chewed the hole." He said in a low voice.

Rats grind their teeth, and the base of this wood pain is not very thick. I didn't expect that rats would make holes in it so quickly.

"Fat girl, I'm sorry, I just scared you."

He was like a child who had done something wrong, standing in front of her with his head lowered and not knowing where to put his hands.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head and handed him the basket in her hand, "Help me take it."

Luo Fengtang instinctively reached out and took it, and then saw Yang Ruoqing roll up her sleeves, walk to the stove, grab a handful of dry pine hair, and scratch it with a flint.

The lighted pine hair was stuffed into the stove opening, and she grabbed a handful of firewood and threw it in to make the fire grow stronger.

"Fat Ya, what are you going to do?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing immersed herself in adding firewood to the stove. When she heard this, she said without raising her head, "Heat the hot water, wash the pot and wash the dishes."

Used dishes and chopsticks soaked in water for a long time can easily breed various bacteria.

Luo Fengtang came back to his senses, hurriedly ran to the stove, squatted down next to Yang Ruoqing, "How can I ask you to do this? I will do it."

The small stove mouth became more and more crowded because of his sudden arrival.

"This is a woman's job. If you don't do it well, let me do it. I'll be done in a moment," Yang Ruoqing said.

"There are no distinctions between men and women in the work, fat girl, I'll come and you can rest beside me and take a breath," Luo Fengtang said.

Seeing his insistence, Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Okay, then you can help me stuff the firewood and I'll wash the dishes. We'll be male and female so we won't be tired from the work."

"Um"

Luo Fengtang nodded and squatted at the stove.

But Yang Ruoqing had already stood up, came to the pot, and started to clean up the mess.

The firewood at the stove made a crackling sound, and the firelight danced, reflecting in the boy's dark and bright eyes.

While he was burying his head in the firewood, he occasionally glanced at the cooking pot secretly.

The girl was washing and wiping there.

She first wiped the dusty cupboard carefully, and then divided the dishes and chopsticks in the pot into several batches and washed them one by one.

Stack the washed bowls together, scoop out the dirty water in the pot and pour it into the swill bucket next to it, then lean over to scoop clean cold water from the water tank into the pot, cover the pot with a lid and let it boil.

While the water was still hot, she swept the grains of rice, wild vegetables, and medicinal residues on the pot table into the swill bucket next to her.

Then he picked up a big broom and swept the kitchen floor again, sweeping the dirty things into the dustpan.

The boy's eyes have been following the girl's figure. In the dimly lit small kitchen, the girl's figure is not slim, but even a little bloated.

However, when she worked, she was surprisingly agile.

Two braids trailed behind her, and as she bent over, the braids hung down to her chest, bouncing up and down, reflecting her focused face.

Luo Fengtang looked at it, his face turned red, and his cheeks felt hot.

This fat girl is really good-looking. The more you look at her, the better she looks.

Why didn't you notice it before? What were you doing before?

Luo Fengtang fell into confusion.

"What are you looking at me for? I don't have any flowers on my face. Hurry up and add more firewood."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and found that the boy was staring directly at her, so she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

"Um"

Luo Fengtang responded in a muffled voice, quickly looked away, grabbed a handful of firewood and stuffed it into the stove, as if he was in a panic after being caught as a thief.

Soon, the water in the pot boiled and steamed.

Yang Ruoqing felt the temperature of the water, put the washed dishes and chopsticks into the hot water, cooked them, and used high temperature to sterilize them.

While she was doing this, she did not forget to teach Luo Fengtang, "It is best not to leave the dishes and chopsticks overnight. They are all pressed into the pot. The old trick is that mice and weed residues will stick to the bowl and they will not be able to be picked out."

Luo Fengtang stood up and stood by the pot with his head lowered, listening and watching carefully.

"Before eating, it is best to scald the bowls and chopsticks with hot water, as diseases can enter through the mouth."

"Yeah." Luo Fengtang nodded.

"Okay, I'm pressed for time today, so I can only pack it up like this. If I have time another day, I'll come over and help you pack it up."

Yang Ruoqing put the last bowl in the cupboard, put down her sleeves, turned around, and looked like she was done.

"Here, put the dumpling bowl in the pot to make sure the mice can't get in."

Yang Ruoqing sat the dumpling bowl on the bottom of the pot, covered it with another bowl, and then covered the pot with the lid.

Luo Fengtang looked around, feeling a little unfamiliar with this place.

The pots and tables were clean, the dishes and chopsticks were neatly placed in the cupboards, and the floor was also cleaned.

"Fat Ya, you are really good at this kitchen. I'm not used to it anymore." Luo Fengtang scratched his head and said a little embarrassed.

Yang Ruoqing closed the lid of the pot, turned around after hearing this, glanced at Luo Fengtang, and chuckled.

"Hey, the mud won't stick to the wall. That's all. It's time for me to leave. You should rest early."

Picking up the empty basket, Yang Ruoqing walked towards the kitchen door.

"I'll send you off," Luo Fengtang said.

"No need, a villager can find his way back with his eyes closed." Yang Ruoqing waved her hand to him without looking back.

After walking out of the old Luo's courtyard, Yang Ruoqing turned to Luo Fengtang who was following behind and asked, "Why are you still coming out? I told you that you don't need to send her away."

"It's dark, it's not good for a girl like you to walk at night," he said.

Yang Ruoqing raised her lips and smiled, "Don't worry, it's okay. You can go back and do your thing."

"Yeah." Luo Fengtang responded muffledly and stood still.

Yang Ruoqing walked forward for a short distance, and her intuition told her that the boy behind her was still following her.

She turned around, but there was no one behind her.

When she left again, the feeling of being followed came back.

Hey, this kid is like a stupid goose. His temper is really not ordinary stubbornness.

He said there was no need to give it away, but he had to give it away whether he was alive or not, so he gave it secretly.

That’s all, let him deliver it then.
Chapter completed!