“Qing’er, come try this red-braised crucian carp from this shop. I think the shopkeeper uses wine to braise it. I used to love standing outside just smelling the aroma, so rich and intoxicating, I felt like I was going to get drunk just from the smell.” Luo Fengtang said excitedly.

Yang Ruqing also smiled and picked up her chopsticks, taking a bite.

"Delicious, isn't it?" he asked.

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She nodded vigorously, "With the addition of alcohol, the taste is truly unique!"

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Luo Fengtang said, "Well, I didn't lie to you, did I? Come on, have another piece of pig stomach."

Stewed mandarin fish, stir-fried pig stomach, pork trotters with yellow beans, cabbage cooked with vermicelli...

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While he himself ate very little, mostly taking a bite and then sitting there with his eyes half-closed, watching her eat. It seemed to him that watching her eat was an immensely enjoyable thing.

Yang Ruqing understood his feelings.

Although he is now in a position of power, second only to the emperor, and appears invincible to outsiders, nothing is beyond his reach.

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But deep down in his heart, there was always a place he couldn't reach.

Over there are the regrets and powerlessness that accompanied him throughout his growth.

Back then, the young man was poor and wanted things but lacked the ability to get them.

Now that she is powerful, wanting to relive the past, frankly speaking, although the dishes in this small restaurant are delicious, they're nothing special in Yang Ruqing's mouth.

It's simply no match for Chef Zhou and the others at Tianxiang Lou.

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But, what we eat are memories, emotions.

But this sentiment is more precious than any delicacy.

After the two of them had eaten their fill, they returned to the carriage. Yang Ruqing patted her belly and jokingly said to Luofengtang, "My stomach feels like it's five months pregnant."

Luofeng Tang glanced at her belly and couldn't help but smile.

“If the daughter-in-law wants to have a child, I am willing to provide the seeds,” he said.

Yang Ruqing blushed and gave him a peck on the cheek: "Don't be silly, let's go home!"

Luofengtang said: "De Le, wife, you go to the carriage and take a nap for a while. I'll call you when we get home."

Yang Ruqing shook her head, "Not tired..."

Before the words left his mouth, he yawned.

There's no way around it, I ate too much. All the blood went to my stomach to digest, so my brain is oxygen-deprived and I'm yawning nonstop.

Luofeng Tang reached out and rubbed her hair: "Listen to me, go for a nap, or you won't have the energy at night."

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“At night I have to sleep. Sleep, what strength will I have to do anything with?!” Yang Ruohong said incomprehensibly.

A wicked glint flashed in Luofeng Tang's eyes. "Sleeping... is also a kind of physical exertion, but it's alright, I'll do the work. Wife, just enjoy yourself."

Yang Ruqing instantly understood and her face flushed red with shame.

I tugged on his thick arm: "Don't talk to me, you're not serious!"

After she finished speaking, she turned and ducked back into the carriage. When she sat down, she couldn't help but reach up and pat her face, which was still burning hot.

Outside the carriage curtains, came Luo Fengtang's cheerful laughter.

“Now, dear wife, settle down. We, as a married couple, will work together to restore our family!”

The carriage moved smoothly, and Yang Ruqing sat inside, where there were soft cushions.

In a short while, she felt like a big baby, lying in a cradle. The sound of the wheels rolling over the ground was rhythmic, and after a moment, her eyelids grew heavy.

When she woke up, she found herself already lying on her bed at home. Her coat and shoes had been taken off, and she was covered with a quilt.

The curtain was half-raised and half-lowered, the room was quiet, but from the next room came the voices of Chen'er and Bao'er talking. "How did I end up in bed? I... I wasn't on the carriage just now?" Yang Ruqing was surprised, then sat up.

"Could it be that Tang Yazi carried me down from the carriage and back into the house?"

He didn't wake me up either. At his age, he still carried me in like a child when we came in. Luckily, my uncle and aunt stayed at Zhoujia Village, and my mother-in-law has been staying indoors all winter. Otherwise, it would have been embarrassing if they saw us!

Although I was muttering these thoughts in my heart, I couldn't help but feel a sweetness inside.

"Mother, are you awake?"

The little camel, Luó Bǎobǎo, cried happily and ran into the house.

The two children were also skilled practitioners, playing in the next room but their ears were constantly attuned to the sounds coming from this room.

When Yang Ruqing got up and rustled around putting on her clothes, their sharp ears picked up the sound. So Luobaby dashed into the room first, followed closely by Chen'er.

"Well, I'm awake. Where's your dad?" Yang Ruqing asked as she bent down to pull off her shoes.

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A glint from the corner of my eye caught sight of the hourglass on the table by the bed. Estimating that it should be around sunset, dinner time was approaching.

Luobaby said, "Dad, please take Mom back to the room and let my brother and I play in the next room. Don't wake her up. When she wakes up, tell her that Gaga's place cooked dinner last night and we all went there to eat. Tell her not to cook."

Yang Ruqing smiled, "But I'm asking you where your father went. Please answer the question directly and don't go off-topic."

Luo Baobei giggled and said, "My father went to the front yard to chat with my grandmother in her room."

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Yang Ruqing nodded.

Whether it's sleeping at night or during the day, he spends about 80% of his time by her side.

It's also time to make some space to talk to my mother.

"Mother, Father said when you woke up, he would let us go fetch him back. Should I go fetch him?" Chen'er asked.

Yang Ruqing smiled lovingly at Chaochen'er: “There’s no need to call. Let your father keep company with your grandmother and chat. I have nothing to do here either.”

Then she got up and went to the washroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. Finally, she sat down in front of the dressing table and carefully combed through her long, jet-black hair.

I wonder if little girls in other families are the same, but as for Yang Ruqing, every time she combs her hair, Luo Baobei will curiously come to the dressing table.

Curious, she rummaged through her vanity box, fiddling with the assortment of little bottles on her dressing table.

"Mother, your hair is so long! It's longer than mine!"

Luo Baobei looked on with envy, and tsked in admiration.

Yang Ruqing smiled gently, combed her smooth hair into a high ponytail at the back of her head, and then braided the ponytail into a bun.

“Eat well, and when you grow up, your hair will be as long as mine,” Yang Ruqing said.

"Then can I also tie my hair into a graceful and beautiful bun like Mama?" Luo Babao asked.

Yang Ruqing nodded. "Of course, but this can only be done after you're married because it's a hairstyle for women."

"Little girls have little girl hairstyles, like braids. Girls have their own types of hair accessories. When you grow up to be an adult, you can style your hair just like your mother."

As she spoke, Yang Ruqing inserted a silver hairpin into her bun. Then she combed two strands of soft and fine hair from her temples down to frame her cheeks.

She put on a pair of pearl earrings and looked in the mirror, smiling with satisfaction.

Luo Baobei's eyes widened in amazement, and she clapped her hands excitedly, saying, "Mommy, you're so beautiful!"

Yang Ruqing pinched her little nose: "You've grown up, you're prettier than your mother."

"Really?" Luo Baobei asked in surprise.

"Of course." Yang Ruqing said.

Baby Luo raised her little hand and cheered: "Yay, that's great! Then I'm the beauty, the village flower!"