Xiao Hua called Feng'er, who was playing nearby, over. "Mama's going home now. Your aunt asked if you're hungry. Would you like to stay here for dinner?"

Hearing that Xiaohua was leaving, Feng'er quickly grabbed the corner of Xiaohua's clothes with his small chubby hands, wanting to follow her too.

Yang Ruqing smiled and said, "Aunt, you're going to make poached eggs for lunch, oh? Would you like to stay and have some with me?"

"The poached egg is a new way to eat eggs that Yang Ruohong recently came up with. After trying it twice, Chen’er, Baby, and Feng'er all liked it."

So, upon hearing this, Feng glanced at Yang Ruohua and then at Xiaohua, making a decision. "Mother will eat too!"

This is to let Xiao Hua stay too.

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Yang Ruqing laughed and teased Xiaohua, "Last time you said that Feng'er treats me, his aunt, better than you, his own mother. Look, he can't leave your side for a moment now. Ah, there's nothing like a mother in the world! Are you satisfied now?"

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Little Flower smiled proudly. She crouched down and straightened the cotton-padded jacket on Feng'er's body, saying: "Mom has to rush back now to make medicine for Aunt Duo'er. You stay here with your aunt first, and when you finish eating the eggs, Mom will come over and pick you up, okay?"

Feng'er nodded, Xiaohua had just left.

Just as Xiaohua left, Luofengtang came to the kitchen at her heels.

Actually, Feng'er didn't dare to stay here alone because he was afraid of Luofeng Tang.

Luo Fengtang was tall and imposing. When he didn't speak or smile, his face was indeed cold and stern. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Adding to that, he was a great general, commanding thousands of troops. Over time, he naturally exuded the majesty and aura of one in power.

He would just subdue that air of grandeur. At home, he was completely the same as before, a simple and honest young man from the countryside.

But that deep-seated majesty and aloofness always seem to seep out inadvertently.

Especially children are comparable to small animals. They rely mainly on their instincts now.

That's why Feng'er would feel the imposing aura emanating from his uncle and be afraid of him.

Not only Feng'er, but also other children in the village, even those who were usually spoiled and arrogant, would be frightened into silence when they saw Luofengtang.

Over time, some villagers started using Luofeng Tang's name to scare crying children at home. Surprisingly, it worked quite well.

That's right, Feng'er who was originally playing around Yang Ruqing's legs, saw Luo Fengtang come in and immediately scurried into the folds of Yang Ruqing's skirt.

Yang Ruqing couldn't help but smile and patted Feng'er on the shoulder, saying, "Where did this silly child go? Her apron is dirty, come out..."

Ke Feng'er just won't come out.

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She could only turn her head to look at Luofengtang, who had just entered the door. “Look, he was still a little dragon just now, darting around. As soon as you walked in, the mice saw the cat and were too scared to come out.”

Luo Fengtang only then discovered that there was a little one hiding under Yang Ruqing's apron.

He froze in place, raising his hand to touch his nose, a little embarrassed.

"Am I really that scary looking?" He couldn't help but laugh and cry.

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow, "Just tell me what to do, I can't even cook now."

Luofengtang thought for a moment, then turned to the hearth and pulled out several stalks of straw. She removed the tangled branches at the edges, leaving only straight stalks in her hand.

“Fei’er, come here, your uncle has something good to show you.” With ten slender fingers, he skillfully wrapped them around the few blades of grass, showing Fei’er a kind smile and calling out.

The sound was also deliberately lowered.

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Feng'er didn't dare to come out, but when he heard there was something good, he couldn't help but curiously peek out from behind Yang Ruqing's back and gaze at the hearth.

Yang Ruqing leaned down and patted Feng'er's head: "Go take a look, what's your uncle doing? He seems to be making crickets."

"Cricket?" Feng'er looked up. This child's facial features, everything about her looks, was 70% like Xiaohua.

But only these eyes resemble Da'an.

So, when Feng'er looked up to meet Yang Ruqing's gaze, those beautiful eyes suddenly reminded her of her brother Datian, who was far away in the capital.

A surge of longing swept over her, and Yang Ruqing's gaze toward Feng'er softened considerably.

"Yeah, what about crickets? Your uncle is really good at making cricket sounds. Go take a look!" Yang Ruoqing encouraged.

Luo Fengtang also picked up the half-finished cricket he had been weaving and shook it towards Feng'er, tempting him: "Feng'er come to your uncle here, your uncle will give you the cricket, okay?"

Feng'er was touched and took small steps to Luo Fengtang's side. He still kept his guard up, which could be seen from his stance.

But as the shape of the cricket in Luofeng Tang's hand became clearer and clearer, the little guy couldn't help himself. His feet unconsciously moved closer to Luofeng Tang.

And he was also very curious and kept asking this and that. A two-year-old child, his words were not very clear, speaking in a milky voice.

But that doesn't hinder communication, and moreover, although Luo Fengtang was artificially shaped by those ignorant village women into a "villain" for children, in reality, he is actually a man who loves children very much.

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No matter what Feng'er asked, he patiently answered. When the cricket was finished, in Feng'er's admiring gaze, Luofengtang proactively placed the thatched cricket into Feng'er's hand.

"Your uncle sent this for you, take it to your aunt," he said with a light touch on Feng'er's head.

This is a test.

Feng'er's attention was completely captured by the cricket in his hand, and he happily accepted Luo Fengtang's head pat.

Then he brought the cricket to Yang Ruohui, who was stir-frying in the kitchen, and held it up like a treasure, shaking it.

Yang Ruqing feigned surprise and praised a few words, "Well, go over there and sit on the little stool obediently playing with your crickets!"

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Feng'er obediently sat back down, holding the cricket and playing with it. He mumbled to himself, very happy with himself!

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Yang Ruqing withdrew her gaze from Feng'er and turned it to Luofengtang.

“Tang Yazi, you’re still amazing. You took care of him so easily.” Yang Ruqing gave Luo Fengtang a thumbs-up.

For compliments about her daughter-in-law, Luo Fengtang enjoys hearing them the most.

He curled his lip and casually grabbed a handful of firewood to toss into the hearth, saying, "What children want is really simple. When I was little, all I ever dreamed about was having a decent slingshot."

“Later, my uncle made me one, which thrilled me. I even slept holding it at night, haha...”

When it comes to childhood memories, both of them laughed.

"By the way, Qing'er, what did you want most when you were little?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned. As a traverser, she had two childhoods, one ancient and one modern.

In ancient times, what was most desired by children... was probably Mu Zi Chuan, right? Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

As for the modern ones, when I was a child, what I envied most were those children who could live under the sun, lead a normal life, have parents pick them up and drop them off from school, go to the park together on weekends, and even eat delicious food with their parents.

I have too many things I want, and I don't even know where to begin.

"When I was little, I was a fool, you're not unaware of that. My mind wasn't open yet, and I don't even remember what I wanted most." Yang Ruoqing smiled and said.