The girl bent over slightly, lightly patting away dust from the blanket.

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From his perspective, he just happened to see her fully focused profile.

Gentle and meticulous actions, neat and tidy, just like a young daughter-in-law running the household.

Little daughter-in-law?

Luo Fengtang was startled by the sudden thought that popped into his mind.

A face, suddenly flushed with heat, couldn't bear to meet her gaze.

Here, Yang Ruqing smoothed out the quilt and tucked in the sheets. She then picked up his pillow and habitually pressed it down on the bed.

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When you hold it, the weight is uneven.

Some places had sunk in, empty and hollow. Others were tightly packed together.

With such a pillow, how could you possibly sleep with your head on it?

And this pillowcase.

The original color is no longer distinguishable. Running my hand over it, it feels oily.

Oh, it's really frustrating living in a house without any women!

“Alright, the bed is made. Come sit over here, Tang Ya Zi.”

Yang Ruqing clapped her hands and turned around.

Luo Fengtang came to his senses and glanced at the neatly made bed, almost afraid to sit down.

Yang Ruqing seemed to have seen through his thoughts and smiled mischievously.

"What a fool you are, with such little sense!"

She reached out and pressed his shoulders, pushing him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“Tang Yazi, how about that new pair of shoes I gave you the other day? Have you worn them?” she asked right away.

When that pair of shoes was mentioned, Luofeng Tang's face blushed again.

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Despite the gaze, a touch of warmth flowed through his eyes.

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"Why aren't you wearing it?" Yang Ruqing asked in surprise.

Luo Fengtang smiled, but said nothing.

Those shoes are so pretty, and they were hand-made by Qing'er for him. What if they get ruined?

He has to keep it.

Yang Ruqing was so focused on completing the task entrusted to her by Sun's family that she didn't dwell much on Luofeng Tang's thoughts.

"Where are the shoes?" she asked immediately.

"In the cupboard," he said.

Yang Ruqing immediately turned and walked towards the cupboard.

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Luo Fengtang was a little surprised, his gaze following Yang Ruohong's figure.

“Qing'er, what are you going to do?” he asked.

"Let me find it for you and see if it fits."

Yang Ruqing walked away without looking back.

The cupboard is basically empty, with just a few old clothes.

Yang Ruqing, however, didn't see the shoes.

Suddenly, her fingers touched the bottom of the clothes, where there was a cloth bag.

By hand, it was those shoes.

No wonder I couldn't see it at first glance, this kid actually wrapped his shoes in layers and layers of clothes.

Yang Ruqing carefully untied the layers, revealing a brand new pair of cloth shoes inside. She couldn't help but smile.

"It's not like it's some precious treasure, look at you, wrapped up like this and hidden away!"

She smiled, holding the new shoes, and turned back to the bedside.

“Come on, try it on and see if it fits?”

She knelt before him, feigning to remove the straw sandal from his foot.

“Qinger, I came by myself!”

Luo Fengtang hurriedly stopped him.

Yang Ruqing said nonchalantly, "Your wounds aren't fully healed yet. Bending over could strain them. Let me do it."

She reached out her hand, but he pulled his feet back and dodged her touch.

“My feet stink, I’m afraid I’ll give you a whiff,” he mumbled.

Yang Ruqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled faintly.

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She glared at him and said, "I smelled your feet last time."

Last time, it was my mother who entrusted me to measure his foot size.

As soon as she took off her shoes, she was almost overcome by the smell.

"Don't be so stubborn, man up and just stick out your foot!"

She commanded.

Luo Fengtang gritted his teeth and stretched out his foot.

Yang Ruqing grasped his foot, took off his straw sandals, and put the new shoes on his feet.

New shoes can feel a little tight and a bit hard to get on the first time you wear them.

Yang Ruqing bit her lip, hands flying as she pulled the shoes onto his feet.

One puts on the other, muttering to oneself.

“Logically, it should fit. Back then, I measured it according to your foot size…”

Luo Fengtang listened silently, feeling happy inside.

Qing'er's words confirmed his suspicions even more.

These shoes are truly hers.

“Qinger, I’ll just do it myself.”

Seeing Yang Ruohua straining with all her might, her face turning red, he felt a twinge of sympathy.

Bend over and push your foot hard into your shoe. Then grab the back of the heel and pull it up.

...his foot went in completely.

"Oh, they're in. Let me feel them."

Yang Ruqing cried out in surprise, pinching her hands back and forth before nodding repeatedly.

"Just right, not too big, not too small," she said.

Luò Fēng Táng was also burying his head to examine his own feet.

He couldn't remember the last time he wore new shoes, was it three years ago? Or five years ago?

At that time, my uncle was in better health than he is now and could still make a living by blacksmithing.

My uncle used the money he earned to buy rice and grain and sent it to his aunt's house in Qingshui Town.

Auntie, in reciprocation of courtesies, might give him a pair of shoes or make a piece of clothing for him.

In recent years, my uncle's health has declined.

He had to take over his uncle's burden and support his family.

As there was no extra money to reciprocate with Auntie's gifts, the two families gradually drifted apart.

For several years, he had not made any new clothes or worn any new shoes.

He wiggled his toes in his shoes.

The feeling of being snug and warm, with not a single toe exposed to the cold – it's just great!

“Tang ya zi, how do your feet feel? They shouldn't be cramped, right?”

Yang Ruqing's questioning voice pulled Luofengtang's thoughts back.

"They fit perfectly, Qing'er. Thank you for giving me such good shoes..."

He mumbled, his voice a raspy whisper.

Hearing that the shoes fit well, Yang Ruqing also smiled contentedly.

She winked at Luofeng Tang and said, "You're talking nonsense again. We're on the same side! It's just a pair of shoes, don't mention it!"

The boy didn't say a word, his eyes fixed on the little girl in front of him.

In his chest, something seemed to be churning and surging violently.

Suddenly, he bent down to take off his shoes.

She was stopped by Yang Ruohqing.

"It's getting cold, sandals won't do, these shoes are staying on. Just like this." she said.

"Such good shoes, it would be a shame to ruin them," Luofeng Tang shook his head.

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Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing was delighted.

"What a silly boy, aren't shoes made for wearing?"

"It's ruined, just get you a new pair when we go back!"

Another pair?

Luofeng Tang thought he had misheard.

He stared at the girl before him, her face serious and earnest. His heart wouldn't settle.

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In the end, he still couldn't resist Yang Ruqing and put on the new shoes.

Yang Ruqing also helped him tidy up the house briefly, sprinkling the insect repellent and mildew-proof powder she brought in the corners of the room and under the bed.

After finishing all this, she handed one hundred and sixty wen to Luofengtang.

“This is the bonus from selling tofu last time, you keep this one for yourself!”

"No, no, I didn't even go send tofu last time, there's no way I can take this money!"

Luo Fengtang shook his head and refused to take the one hundred and sixty wen.

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