Chapter 268 I Didn't Mean To
uoheng was carrying a wild rabbit and just as she reached the entrance of the cave, she heard voices coming from inside.>Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The voice was...And subscribe. Thank you for your support, Xiaoyu will try her best to write good articles and repay everyone's support!
"What's up Caught you peeking, huh"
She crossed her arms, puffed out her cheeks on purpose, 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 like an older brother and trusts me very much.
In broad daylight, I made such a fool of myself.
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Will she think I'm not serious
Will you dislike me for this
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For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through the boy's mind.
Again, he felt a mixture of shame, annoyance, and nervousness.
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So engrossed was he that he failed to notice the fleeting smile in her eyes, cunning as a sly fox.
Yang Ruqing saw Luofengtang's embarrassed look in her eyes, and she couldn't be happier inside.
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“Tang Aya, you raise your eyes and look at me, I'm asking you something!” she commanded.
Luo Fengtang did indeed raise his eyes, his gaze somewhat evasive.
I didn't dare to meet her eyes.
"When someone is talking to you, you should make eye contact with them. It's a basic sign of respect!"
Yang Ruqing then said, and pointed to her own eyes.
Luo Fengtang pursed his lips and finally shifted his gaze to her eyes.
"Qing'er, what do you want to ask Ask away," he said.
Yang Ruqing nodded, organizing her thoughts in her mind.
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“I've noticed you've been staring at me and daydreaming a lot lately!”
She said, and raised her hand to touch her face.
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"Is there something on my face" she asked.
The weight hasn't fully come down yet, and the complexion hasn't been adjusted well.
To be honest, there's nothing to see here!
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But this kid keeps staring at me like that, and his eyes are so intense.
Even someone with a thick face would be embarrassed by this.
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Hearing Yang Ruqing's question, Luofengtang's face turned even redder.
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He opened his mouth, then closed it again.
Yang Ruqing glanced at him sideways.
Knowing his nature, even three whacks wouldn't get a sound out of him.
She waved her hand: "Alright, alright. From now on, just look openly, don't peek around secretly."
"Well, I don't have flowers growing on my face, so you can just look!" she said.
Luo Fengtang thought he had misheard, his eyes widening.
He scratched his head and chuckled.
"No flower is as beautiful as Hua Que'er…" he muttered softly.
"What did you say"
"It's nothing, it's nothing..." he shook his head quickly.
Yang Ruohua gave him a displeased glare and lightly twisted his arm.
"Don't talk nonsense, I'm too lazy to waste time with you, let's get started!"
She beckoned, then turned to the stove to check the dough that was rising.
The girl's coquettish appearance, like a gust of wind, blew away the gloom in his heart, leaving it clean and bright.
He grinned with pleasure and turned to sit by the stove, ready to start a fire.
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Yang Ruoqing buried her head, poking at the dough with her fingers, checking it.
The corners of his mouth, though he couldn't help but curl up.
Her ears, they are so sensitive!
This silly boy, he can't even utter a single coherent sentence after three beatings, yet when it comes to speaking sweet words, he's sweeter than honey.
It's really embarrassing, it makes people feel ashamed!
"Qing'er, can you start a fire"
His inquiring voice came from the doorway of the kitchen.
Yang Ruqing nodded and said, "Almost done."
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The turtle soup in the pot began to heat up, and she pinched off small lumps of dough from the kneaded mass.
Place the dough on a cutting board and flatten it to an even thickness using a rolling pin.
Then, neatly stack these skins together and use a knife to cut them into thin shreds.
The pot quickly steamed, filled with the gurgling sound of boiling broth.
As Yang Ruqing lifted the lid of the pot, a wave of white steam rushed towards her face.
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Mixed with the unique fresh and rich fragrance of turtle meat.
She pushed the noodles she had cut on the cutting board into the boiling turtle soup.
Use chopsticks to stir them evenly, then add an appropriate amount of salt and cover the pot to simmer.
“Tang ya zi, I’m going back to the house to get something.”
She gave a word of instruction, then turned and went back to her own room.
I counted the eggs I'd saved up these past few days, and there were a total of five.
Besides myself, I made five scrambled eggs for each of them.
Yang Ruqing returned to the kitchen with an egg. The noodles in the pot were already boiling.
She put poached eggs into the rolling soup, while instructing Luo Fengtang by the stove.
“Tang YaZi, the fire in the stove can be a little bigger.”
“Hmm!” he replied, burying his head in adding firewood.
While the eggs were cooking, Yang Ruqing picked up a few scallions and removed their outer layers. She rinsed them with water and patted them dry.
White onion and green onions are sliced into thin threads together and placed on a board for later use.
Here, he was waiting for the door to open, while over there, Da An slipped into the kitchen.
“It smells so good, sister, what are we having for dinner tonight” he asked.
Yang Ruqing smiled mischievously and said, "Keep it a secret for now. You'll know when it's served."
"When will we eat" Dayan asked again, peering at the steaming pot.
Yang Ruqing said, “Almost done, almost done. You go and clear the table now, and bring it over right away.”
Okay!
Da'an happily replied with a chirp and turned to run out of the kitchen.
Here, Yang Ruoheng walked over and lifted the lid of the pot, saying to Luofengtang, "The noodles are ready!"
Luò Fēng Táng pressed down on the fire in the stove, got up, and came over.
When he tried to pass Yang Ruqing chopsticks and a bowl, Yang Ruqing stopped him.
She glanced at his hands, still smudged with ash from the stove, a smile in her eyes as she chided him, "Go wash your hands!"
Luo Fengtang was stunned.
Qinger is just like a fiery, outspoken young daughter-in-law.
He was flustered by this absurd thought.
“Okay, I’ll go wash now.”
He broke into a grin and then waddled off to wash his hands.
He washed his hands thoroughly and returned to the kitchen.
At the stove, Yang Ruoheng had already served four bowls of steaming turtle noodle soup.
Four bowls of noodles, each topped with a white and tender poached egg.
The yolk,
inside is faintly visible.
Thin slices of green and white onion are evenly spread on top of the noodles.
At just one glance, he was instantly hooked.
He glanced at her who was busy making noodles, "Qing'er, shall I carry these bowls over first"
Yang Ruqing nodded slightly, glancing at the tray hanging on the wooden post on the wall.
“Steamed, please use a tray to hold it.” she reminded.
"Hmm!"
Luo Fengtang was carrying a tray and walking in front.
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Yang Ruqing then took four pairs of chopsticks and two spoons, following closely behind, and entered the next room.
Yang Huazhong was still sitting in his wheelchair, while Sun Shi sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed.
The table has been brought to the bedside.
Xiao and An, the two brothers, leaned on the table, craning their necks to look at the tray in Luofeng Tang's hands.
The two boys hadn't had time to see what was in the bowl before the aroma made their mouths water.
"Qing'er, your brother said you're playing coy and will be making a mysterious dish for us tonight. What is it"
Sun smiled warmly at Yang Ruqing as she walked in.
Yang Ruqing, while waving chopsticks, said: "It's noodles. I knead them myself."
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