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After finishing her words, Yang Ruoqing sat back down and continued to put on shoes for Lao Sun.

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If Old Yang and Mrs. Tan had just sent someone to the town's restaurant for a banquet this time, then this matter would be over.

Everyone is round and full.

If both Lao Yangtou and Madam Tan didn't go, that would clearly be a slap in the face to the Sun family.

Last time Old Yang celebrated his 60th birthday, the Sun family gave him a generous gift.

If Old Yang and Mrs. Tan try to make a scene at this banquet, deliberately showing off and putting faces to shame, then from now on, she will have to reconsider the gift boxes and filial money she gives them during festivals and holidays.

Sun Shi glanced at Yang Ruohong, then looked towards Yang Huazhong. Let me know if you'd like me to translate something else!

"Daddy, what are we going to do about this?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong took a deep breath, "Do as our daughter said."

"If your parents truly don't go to town this time, how will I explain it to mine?" asked Mrs. Sun.

Yang Huazhong said: "When the time comes, I will speak truthfully."

“Well, that’s all we can do.” Sun Shi said.

"When Yang Huazhong went out to do other things, Yang Ruqing said to the sighing Sun, 'Mother, don't worry. According to my understanding of my grandmother,'"

"My mother probably won't go. My grandfather, well, he cares about appearances and doesn't like to be the subject of gossip, so he'll probably show up." she said.

“Really?” asked Mrs. Sun.

Yang Ruqing nodded, "Well, just wait and see, there are still a few days left anyway."

Only then did Mrs. Sun feel a little more at ease.

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As Yang Ruqing had expected, when she was cooking dinner, Lao Yang (Old Mr. Yang) came over.

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The old man and Yang Huazhong were talking in the main hall, while Yang Ruqing was helping Mrs. Sun cook dinner in the backyard.

Just as it was time for dinner, the old man had already left.

“Qing’er, come here. Is there something the matter?” Sun shi hurriedly asked.

Yang Huazhong's face, which had been shrouded in the gloom of worry for most of the day, finally seemed to clear.

“Dad came to ask how we’re planning to get to town on the eighth day? Are we walking or arranging for a horse-drawn carriage or ox cart?” he said.

"So, is Qinger willing to go to town for a feast?" Mrs. Sun asked in surprise.

Yang Huazhong nodded, "Well, that's what I mean!"

Mrs. Sun was even happier, the stone that had been weighing on her heart finally fell.

"Qing'er, you were right as always! You are truly a fortune teller!" said Madam Sun.

Yang Ruqing curled her lips. With Lao Yangtou as the representative, whether Tan's family went or not wouldn't be so noticeable.

After all, in a patriarchal household, men usually represent the family when attending wedding banquets or other social gatherings at other people's homes.

“Qinger, when the time comes, how will our relatives and friends go to town? You have one carriage over there, I have one here, and your uncle has another one. It's not enough for so many people, we'll probably have to use ox carts as well.”

Yang Huazhong was there counting on his fingers.

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Sun said, "Besides relatives, there are many families in the village who have a good relationship with our family. I estimate they will also come to celebrate."

"Some people don't even have a cart, we can't expect them to walk to town," the woman said.

Yang Ruqing chuckled and said, "Father, Mother, you're worrying too much. Don't forget, we have a carriage team!"

“Four or five tables of guests, the convoy sent them all to town at once. They ate and drank their fill, then were sent back to the village. How convenient!” she said.

Yang Huazhong snapped his fingers. "Look at my slow wit, I'm so clueless! Of course, our Qing'er has a car fleet, this makes things so much easier."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sun's heart finally settled down.

The woman happily said, “Quickly eat dinner, and after we finish, I’ll hurry to make clothes.”

Yang Ruqing didn't rush to eat. Instead, she found a few large bowls, filled them with rice and dishes, and tightly covered them to prevent the heat from escaping.

Then, it was placed inside a bamboo basket and covered with another layer. It was then carried under the arm.

"Qinger, this basket of food is for the three of you. I'm worried it might not be enough," said Sun Shi, looking at the basket.

Yang Ruqing smirked, "Enough, my mother-in-law and I usually eat less at night. The baby also doesn't let her eat too much, afraid of indigestion at night."

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Sun Shi said, "Well then, your mother-in-law taking care of the children must be hard work. You should say more comforting things to her so she feels warm and fuzzy inside."

Yang Ruqing smiled and nodded, "Understood," then glanced at Yang Huazhong beside her: "Father, you and Mother should eat quickly. I'll go first, and come again tomorrow."

Yang Huazhong said, "We don't have to rush to eat. Let me send you there first. It'll get dark soon."

As soon as you leave this courtyard, you'll reach her own in just a few steps. It doesn't matter if it's dark.

Furthermore, she was a special agent; who would dare to rob her on this ten-step path? That's probably the King of Hell himself come calling.

"Father, really, you don't need to. Just eat your meal." she said.

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Yang Huazhong said: "No, Tang Ya Zi is not at home. I'll send it."

Yang Ruqing couldn't resist, so the father and daughter went out of the house together.

Yang Huazhong kept sending Yang Ruqing to Tuo Ba Xian's presence before finally leaving.

After a good meal, Yang Ruqing picked up Luo Baobei: "Mother, you must be exhausted from taking care of the child during the day. Get some rest early tonight, let the baby sleep with me."

Tuobaguan smiled gently and nodded.

As soon as Luo Bao got to his own room, he struggled to climb onto the bed.

“Wash your little face first, then wash your little butt before going to bed, or it’ll stink,” Yang Ruohua said.

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Place baby Luo Bao in the stroller made by Luo Fengtang, and push it directly into the bathroom.

Soon both mother and daughter were clean and returned to the room. Baby Luo was crawling on the spacious bed, having a great time with it.

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Yang Ruqing spread a blanket lengthwise, blocking it at the bedside.

He then dragged the table to beside the bed and there he organized some business ledgers.

Occasionally glance at her in bed and tease her a few times.

Time passes by little by little, and night gradually deepens.

Yang Ruqing yawned and turned her head to look at the bed, her brows furrowed involuntarily.

Is this really just a little kid who's almost one year old?

This energy, this stamina, wow!

"Little one, time for bed. Climb again tomorrow!"

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Having tidied the ledgers and pulled the table back into place, Yang Ruqing came to the bedside.

The little baby camel drank a few sips of warm water, and then she was forced to urinate in her diaper. Then they began taking off her clothes.

This little person is incredibly strong.

She was reluctant to sleep and wanted her clothes taken off, a task with a difficulty rating of five stars.

"Ah! Mmm..."

The baby was crying loudly, waving its little arms and legs, putting up a stubborn fight even while breastfeeding.

"Are you made of iron eyes and skin? You're not asleep this late?" Yang Ruocheng was sweating profusely from her actions.

He didn't want to let go, so he just held her up in front of him and they stared at each other with wide eyes.

“Let me tell you, you are a lowlife. This Changping Village, these eight surrounding villages, and even the whole Qingshui Town…”

“At this time, the only one probably still crawling in bed like a turtle is you.” Yang Ruqing said with a deliberately dark face.

Luo Baobei pouted her little mouth, looking huffy and puffed up. She even glared at Yang Ruqing with a look of disdain.

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