When Yang Ruqing arrived at the courtyard of Lao Luo's house, the old couple was busily shoveling snow.

From the front door of the courtyard, a path was cleared to the kitchens and the main hall.

Seeing Yang Ruqing approaching, Luo Fengtang's eyes lit up.

The blacksmith by the roadside said, “Tang’s son, there aren't many left. When your uncle comes, it will be done. You take Qing girl inside first to drink some warm tea and warm your hands.”

"Uh-huh!"

Luo Fengtang put down the iron shovel in his hand and walked towards Yang Ruqing.

"Qinger, be careful not to slip."

He reached out his arm to her, wanting her to take it and come closer.

Yang Ruqing giggled and waved her hand, "It's nothing, I've been walking carefully all the way... Ah!"

Before the words could even finish, her footing slipped and she stumbled backward.

A pair of strong arms caught her waist just in time.

She opened her eyes, and inches away was his face smiling softly.

Eyes shining brightly, brimming with affection.

"Qing'er, are you alright?"

He spoke, his warm breath caressing her cheek.

It's a little itchy, a little numb.

She felt like she had been electrocuted, her face instantly flushed.

"Oh, you reap what you sow. It's a good thing you caught me!"

She teased, trying to mask her panic.

He, however, had already noticed her blushing. A hint of a smile flashed across the boy's eyes.

As he helped her to stand, the other hand reached out and took hold of her small hand.

"Come, let me lead you there." he said.

Yang Ruqing nodded.

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Uncle Luo was still smiling and watching. If she fell again, how embarrassing that would be?

He led her straight into the main hall before releasing her hand and turning to pour her a cup of tea.

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She sat down beside the table.

The hand he had once held, its fingers instinctively clenching into a fist.

It's not the first time holding hands with him, why are my palms so sweaty this time?

Oh my god!

Yang Ruoqing, you're getting more and more out of touch, aren't you? You're actually making some progress, huh?

She was inwardly cursing him, when a steaming cup of tea was brought to her.

“Have some hot tea to warm yourself up first. There’s no rush to cook, everyone hasn’t arrived yet.” Luofengtang said.

Yang Ruqing nodded, holding up her teacup in both hands.

She took a sip, then held the cup in her hands to warm them.

After her body had warmed up a bit, she finally raised her eyes to look at Luofeng Tang.

He was dressed in a cotton coat made by the Sun family today, and he looked radiant.

My hair is styled, and my face is clean.

Facial lines are as always cold, hard and sharp. The features are as always three-dimensional and deep.

When he is silent, he always gives people the impression of being unapproachable.

She seems like a piece of ice, keeping people at arm's length.

But, the look in his eyes when he looked at her now was so sunny and warm.

His entire being radiated a coldness that was so contradictory, so conflicting.

Especially when he smiles, his smile is like spring.

Even though Yang Ruqing was accustomed to various types of handsome men from all over the world, she was still secretly amazed by the boy in front of her.

It's rare to see such contradictory feelings perfectly blended together.

"Qinger, I have prepared some ingredients for lunch, all of them are in the kitchen."

Across from him, Luofeng Tang smiled.

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"Just wait a while and see what's missing. When you tell me, I'll prepare it right away." he added.

Yang Ruqing nodded, estimating that the time was almost up, so she put down her teacup.

"Come on, let's get to work in the kitchen!"

The two people immediately entered the kitchen.

This was Yang Ruoqing's third visit to Lao Luo's kitchen.

Her impression of his kitchen was summed up in two words: dirty and messy.

Especially the first time she sent dumplings, the mouse that scurried out of the wooden barrel really gave her a scare.

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This time she came early to help, planning to spend an hour tidying up the kitchen for him first.

But when she followed Luofengtang into the kitchen.

Everything before her eyes left her stunned.

"Hey, kid, are you sure this is your kitchen? We haven't taken a wrong turn, have we?"

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Looking at everything before her, Yang Ruoqing's eyes widened.

The kitchen floor was clean and dry.

The stove top was also thoroughly cleaned.

Spatulas, dishcloths, bamboo shovels, kitchen knives, cutting boards, clay pots...

Every single one of them was shining brightly.

Once upon a time, the bamboo that used to be piled in the corner was gone, replaced by a small side table.

On the low table was a bamboo basket.

In the basket, there were washed and cleaned cabbages, peeled asparagus, rinsed chives, and potatoes with their skins removed...

The code, neatly placed together, was probably just washed, with glistening water droplets still clinging to the scallions.

"Good heavens, this preparation is top-notch! I'm basically just here to stir the pot, right?"

Yang Ruqing clicked her tongue in disapproval.

Luo Fengtang sheepishly scratched his head.

“I was just washing some vegetables, but when I’m done, you’ll have to take over this load again, Qing’er!” he said.

Yang Ruqing turned her head and gave him a glance, smiling and nodding: "Good boy, you're good at things, and your mouth is sweet too. Not bad, not bad."

Luo Fengtang had a black line on his forehead.

Qing'er's words were old-fashioned and made it sound like an elder praising a junior.

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"What about the meat you bought yesterday?"

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Yang Ruqing's voice came again, and she walked toward the cabinet.

Luo Fengtang came to his senses and followed after him: "My meat is hanging from the beams."

As Yang Ruqing raised her head, there indeed hung from the beam of the house three catties of skin-on pork belly that they had bought at the tile market yesterday.

"Huh, what are those... rabbits?"

She pointed at the two skinned things hanging on the side and asked in surprise.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "Rabbits and wild chickens."

"How did you get this?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

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Several hares, that rabbit must weigh over four jin, the wild chicken isn't small either, more than two jin!

“I hunted in the mountains yesterday.” said Luo Fengtang.

"Oh!" Yang Ruqing nodded.

Suddenly remembering something, she retracted her gaze and looked at him with displeasure.

"Yesterday it snowed so heavily, how did you still go up the mountain? What if you got frostbite?"

The words that tumbled out were laced with undeniable blame and worry.

Luo Fengtang was slightly taken aback.

Is Qing'er concerned about me?

The boy's smile became softer.

He scratched his head and grinned at her: "No, no, I'm thinking since I'm treating today, why not get some game to add to the dishes?"

“But, with such heavy snow, there’s no one outside. Going into the mountains alone is so dangerous!”

She said anxiously.

“It’s nothing. Usually, when I go into the mountains, there's no one there…” he said innocently.

Yang Ruqing was taken aback, as if it were so?

“But on snowy days, the light is poor and everything is white, making it easy to get lost.”

She went on, “I don’t care, but next time if you dare to sneak into the mountains again after a heavy snowfall, don’t blame me for being impolite!”

"Huh?"

Luo Fengtang was a little dumbfounded.

Seeing the girl's angry expression, he couldn't help but smile.

"Qing'er, I'm rather curious, how would you go about being impolite?"

He asked timidly, looking like he was asking for a beating.

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