Yang Ruyu hurriedly wiped her tears, pulling a slight smile: "Brother Laiwang is back? Then I'll head back first." Saying this, she nodded towards Luo Qiaoqiao and turned to walk outside.
Ma Laiwang nodded politely, waited for Yang Ruyu to leave, and then looked at his wife: "Qiaoqiao, have you cooked?" As he spoke, he placed a set of keys on the table.
"Are you in charge of the keys again today?" Luo Qiaoqiao asked, "Weren't you in charge yesterday?"
"It's been me all these days." Ma Laiwang dragged a bench, "Lately, a few dogs in the workshop have had diarrhea. I'm young, so I need to check on them more. Can't let the village chief and Lizheng do it, right?"
"Huh?"
"Alright, hurry and cook, I'm hungry."
"Alright." Luo Qiaoqiao nodded, "I'll go cook."
Yang Ruyu left contentedly from under the window of Ma Laiwang's house.
Ma Laiwang also jumped off the bench, exchanged a grin with Luo Qiaoqiao. Next, it's up to Yang Ruyu's tactics.
