This is their first wedding anniversary this year, and the two of them want to spend the holiday together.

Then at night they went to Lan'er jie's grandfather's house for dinner. Said Yang Ruohong.

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Wang Cuilian had a good idea of what to do, so she quickly washed the rice and put it in the pot. She sat by the stove, ready to cook a big pot of rice.

Here, Yang Ruqing was fully engrossed in the work at hand.

In a large dish, neatly arranged were clusters of bright orange flower buds, washed clean and glistening. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

At first glance, it looks like a large platter of tempting fatty lamb rolls.

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In the other open sea bowl, Yang Ruqing was adding beaten egg liquid to a measured amount of wheat flour, sprinkling salt flakes, and then stirring it evenly.

When she finished doing these things, she covered the two ingredients with a conical hat woven from bamboo.

Then he turned around and went to prepare other ingredients.

By the time she had prepared most of the vegetables and wild mushrooms, Luofengtang had also brought a freshly slaughtered and cleaned old hen and a fat-headed fish into the kitchen.

"Just leave it with me, you go to the front yard and chat with Uncle and Uncle Yan over some tea."

Yang Ruqing said, and pushed Luofengtang out of the kitchen.

Luo Fengtang was pushed to the door of the kitchen, a little unwilling to leave.

"It's been ages since we cooked together. I miss it..." he said.

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Yang Ruqing was taken aback, remembering how the two of them used to work hard, one on a pot and the other under a pot.

Warm, sweet, and touching.

At that moment, when she was stunned, he suddenly turned around and went back to the kitchen.

He didn't know what he said to Wang Cuilian. When Yang Ruohua returned to the kitchen, she was startled by what she had heard.

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Wang Cuilian had already smiled and stood up, taking off the apron from her body and handing it to Luofeng Tang.

Then, she said to Yang Ruqing, "Ruqing, ah, then I'll leave this kitchen to you two. I'm going to relax in the front yard, hehe..."

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Until Wang Cuilian left with a smile, Yang Ruqing didn't quite understand what was going on.

"What did you say to your mother-in-law? How come she so readily gave up control of the kitchen?" She grabbed his arm, asking curiously.

Luo Fengtang's pretty eyebrows arched slightly, and she pointed at her face: "Kiss me, and I'll tell you."

“What?” Yang Ruqing was even more astonished.

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When did this guy learn this trick?

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Wow! Wow!

She gently pinched his arm: "You little rascal, learning to blackmail me already? Sister, I won't fall for this. Just tell me what you want!"

She crossed her arms, glared intentionally, and puffed out her cheeks, putting on a ferocious look.

Looking at her cute little chubby face, the tenderness in his eyes deepened.

"I won't tell you even if you kill me," he said.

"Wealth and honor cannot corrupt, nor can might be humbled. Hehe, this is what your wife taught me."

He said triumphantly, and turned to sit on the rolling stone by the hearth.

She grabbed a handful of kindling, twisted it into a ball in her hand, and stuffed it into the stove opening. Then she struck a flint to prepare to start a fire.

Looking at him so calm and composed, he seemed impervious to both blades and poisons.

The more he did that, the more it piqued her curiosity.

Glanced at the kitchen door behind me, making sure no one was coming this way.

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She suddenly leaned down, placed her hands on his shoulders, and then kissed him on the cheek with lightning speed before retreating again.

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"Now, can you say it?" she gritted her teeth and said fiercely.

Luo Fengtang raised her hand and caressed the place she had just kissed, a look of enjoyment on her face.

Upon hearing this, he cast his gaze upon her and smiled, "Actually, it's nothing much. I just told Auntie the truth, saying that I haven't cooked with Qing'er for some time now and asked her to give us her blessing."

"Huh?" Yang Ruqing widened her eyes. "That's it? It's that simple?"

He smirked, "What do you think?"

Yang Ruqing smiled wryly.

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"You're not ashamed of yourself! We're an old married couple, we spend every day together, and you still talk to other women like that? You'll get laughed out of town!" she said.

"No, Auntie's great. She wants us to be as close as glue,"

Besides, we're not an old married couple, are we? You're just my daughter. I hope that one day, when you're happy, you'll give me a few more grandchildren! he said with a smile.

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When mentioning having several children, Yang Ruoxing's smile froze abruptly.

With Chen'er still missing, how could she possibly have the heart to think about having another child?

"Qing'er, what's wrong? Why are you looking so unhappy?" Luofeng Tang noticed something was amiss. He put down the flint in his hand, got up, and walked over to her. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Did I bring up having a baby that upset you?" he asked hesitantly.

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"Don't look at me like that. I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore. Let's talk about it in a few years. Right now, let's just focus on taking good care of the baby..."

"No!" Yang Ruqing interrupted Luofengtang's words.

"It's not what you think, I'm not doing this..."

She raised her head to look at him, her expression complex and deeply conflicted.

I want to tell him everything, I want him to know that their child isn't just Luo Baobei.

They also have a son who lives outside, named Chen'er.

...remains missing, their fate unknown.

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This matter has been kept in her heart all along.

For a moment, she almost impulsively wanted to tell him the truth.

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Though it reached her lips, she swallowed it back down.

“I like giving you children,” she said.

"At present, the baby is still young, and taking care of several businesses takes a lot of effort."

“I'm not planning on having any more children for the next two years. I'm not that old anyway, just seventeen. After I turn twenty, I'll keep giving birth to you, okay?”

She softened her voice and spoke to him in a conciliatory tone.

Luo Fengtang looked at her, then, smiled.

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He reached out to gently stroke her silken hair, but then he remembered that his hands had been slaughtering chickens and fish this morning, and just moments ago had been grasping at clumps of firewood.

His hand fell back down again.

“Although I’ve never given birth, I also know that from pregnancy to childbirth, you women have to endure a lot of hardships and suffering.” he said.

"Qing'er, I will never pressure you about having children. Everything is up to you."

Upon hearing his words, Yang Ruohua's heart was overwhelmed with emotion.

A woman's innate tendency to be dramatic immediately surfaced.

"You promised me here, didn't you? Does it even matter?" she said to him.

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“As people say, the greatest of three unfilial acts is to have no descendants.”

“Your uncle and your mother definitely want another grandchild,” she said.

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Luo Fengtang curved his lips: "Since I've told you this, of course I can guarantee it. As for how I'll persuade them not to pressure you, that's my business, you don't have to worry about it."

After saying all that, he sat back down by the stove and tossed the burning bundle of kindling into the hearth.

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