"When our daughters grow up, I will tell them this, and you don't have to thank me."

"Hey, you are blatantly trying to sow discord between us father and daughter."

Luo Qiao laughed.

In the twelfth lunar month, Luo Qiao received a call from Zhang Qiufeng: "Hello, Luo Qiao, I'm getting married."

"Really? I won't run away this time."

"No, we fell in love at first sight. I feel like I've never found someone I like, so I've been waiting for him."

"Then make some time to meet him so I can help you check."

"Yes, sir. How about we go eat shabu-shabu at noon tomorrow? It's cold, so let's eat something hot."

"Okay, no problem, see you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Luo Qiao started playing with the two little ones again. The nine-month-old little ones could stand for a while with the help of the sofa. In order to prevent the two children from falling and getting hurt, Lu Yichen asked his comrades to send them some long-haired carpets from Inner Mongolia.

As soon as Luo Qiao sat down, the two little ones crawled over and each of them held one in their arms. The three of them, mother and daughter, laughed and played together.

Aunt Rong walked in: "Qiaoqiao, the second daughter-in-law of the Cheng family next door came over and said she wanted to borrow a basket of vegetables from the greenhouse in the backyard. Her nephew from her mother's family has a birthday today, and she wanted to show her appreciation."

Luo Qiao burst out laughing: "She wants to show her affection by giving me my things. She is such an interesting person."

Aunt Rong said angrily, "You don't know this person. She is really shameless. I told her no, but she still refused to leave and forced me to come over to ask you."

Luo Qiao put the two children on the carpet, stood up, put on her shoes, and then went to the door to put on a thick coat: "Auntie, please take care of the two little ones. I'll go to the front to meet someone."

This kind of person is really annoying. She wants to take advantage of me from time to time. Who gives her the face to do so?

Luo Qiao reached out and tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears: "Second sister-in-law of the Cheng family, Aunt Rong said you were looking for me, what's the matter?"

Lu Rongrong smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. It's just that today is my nephew's birthday, so as an aunt I have to show my appreciation. I thought about going back to make him a delicious meal, as fresh vegetables are rare nowadays.

I thought you have a greenhouse in your backyard, and you guys wouldn't be able to finish all the food, so I came to borrow some. We've been neighbors for so many years, you have to help me."

Luo Qiao smiled gently: "It's true that I couldn't finish the vegetables, but I sold them all to Mrs. Hu at the corner of the street. You know this."

Lu Rongrong smiled awkwardly and said, "I know, but her shop can only use as much as it can. Just give some to me."

Just as Lu Rongrong said, they really couldn't finish all the food in Luo Qiao's backyard, but they would not give it to someone like her who never gets enough of taking advantage.

The man at the entrance of the alley had an accident before, leaving his wife and children without a livelihood. The mother and daughter lived a very difficult life, and having a full meal every day became a luxury.

Luo Qiao once encountered a group of children in the alley. They deliberately broke steamed buns into small pieces and threw them on the ground, asking the little girls to pick them up and eat them. They might be really hungry.

The little girl stretched out her hand to pick up the steamed bun on the ground, but at this time a boy stretched out his foot and stepped on the small piece of steamed bun, and then smiled and said: "You are not worthy of eating steamed buns."

Luo Qiao recognized that the boy was Lu Rongrong's eldest son. It seemed that his usual behavior when playing at home was just an act. This was the child's true character.

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Luo Qiao stepped forward and pulled the little girl up from the ground, and brought her back home. It happened that Aunt Rong had cooked eight-treasure porridge that day, so Luo Qiao served her a bowl.

Not long after, her mother Hu Mingfang came over. Aunt Rong was making pancakes, and the little girl said, "My mother's pancakes are especially delicious."

Hu Mingfang had been too well protected by her husband before. She cooked, cleaned the house and looked after the children every day. After this accident, the family lost its pillar and fell into trouble.

(End of this chapter)