After pouring water for several people, Xinxin couldn't wait to sit next to Zhang Xueqing,
"Auntie, I miss you so much. Why don't you come to the hospital to see Xinxin?"
The little girl pouted her mouth and complained softly, "Xinxin is so good. She eats on time and takes medicine on time. I just want to go home quickly so that I can see my aunt."
"Xinxin is so good. It's too cold. Auntie is not feeling well and it's inconvenient to go out. Xinxin, please don't be angry with auntie."
The two of them talked to each other as if there was no one around.
After comforting Xinxin, Zhang Xueqing raised her head and smiled sheepishly at He Qiaolan, "I made my aunt laugh."
"In that case, you are Xinxin's savior, and Xinxin should care about you."
The two chatted casually for a few words, while Meng Fansen listened quietly.
He Qiaolan turned her eyes and wanted to inquire about Zhang Xueqing's future plans. However, before she could speak, the man who had been silent slowly said,
"Let's go back first. Everyone at home knows that Xinxin was discharged from the hospital today, so they are probably waiting up there."
He Qiaolan then remembered that there were a lot of people at home, so she had to give up and stand up to leave.
Xinxin still refused to leave, so Zhang Xueqing invited her to come back to play later, and she reluctantly left.
After everyone left, Zhang Xueqing felt a thin layer of sweat dripping down her back. She didn't know why she felt so stressed about chatting with He Qiaolan.
She didn't even dare to look at Meng Fansen. She looked directly at He Qiaolan the whole time, and her hands were twisted together nervously.
Fortunately, the man opened his mouth and rescued her. Otherwise, if it continued like this, she really didn't know if she would be sweating like rain in the winter.
On the pig farm.
"Welcome home Xinxin!"
"Bang bang bang!"
Fireworks were flying everywhere, and everyone in the pig farm surrounded Xinxin with constant concern.
Li Yungang stood at the edge, with a face that seemed to be smiling.
He had just seen it. The car stopped in front of the woman's door below.
Even Aunt Lan went in and stayed for a long time before coming out. Was this because she was satisfied with that woman?
No, we must not let such a thing happen. Li Yungang clenched his fists and looked deeply.
In order to celebrate Xinxin's discharge from the hospital, the pig farm prepared a sumptuous dinner. Everyone used their special skills to cook a dish for Xinxin to celebrate.
"Xinxin, your dad can't make grandma's best gourd rice cake, so I'll make it for you when grandma gets home, okay?"
"I want the white peach oolong flavor!"
Xinxin raised her excited little face and said sweetly.
"Little greedy cat, you are the only one who knows how to eat."
He Qiaolan touched Xinxin's nose with her index finger, with a doting look on her face.
"Auntie likes this taste. I want to give it to her."
He Qiaolan paused slightly. Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, her precious son didn't take anything when he came home. He left with a box of cakes. It seemed that he gave them to the woman.
"Okay, okay, okay, grandma will get you some more. You can give it to whoever you want. Do you want to invite your aunt over for dinner?"
After all, she was Xinxin's savior, and it was just a meal, so she wouldn't be so stingy.
Just as she was talking, her son walked out of the kitchen carrying an insulated lunch box.
"Hey, it's time to eat, what are you doing?"
"I'll bring her some food, you guys eat first."
The person didn't stop and was about to leave after crossing He Qiaolan.
"Hey," He Qiaolan grabbed the person and said, "Let's come over and eat together."
Meng Fansen paused and explained, "She doesn't like places with many people, and she won't get used to it."
"Auntie never came up."
Xinxin added.
He Qiaolan grabbed the thermos box from her son without giving it away, "I'll deliver it, you go back and wait."
Before Meng Fansen could react, he had already descended the slope and it was difficult to catch up. He could only stare at the houses below with a worried expression.
He Qiaolan was carrying an insulated lunch box, and her son's words echoed in her ears. Has that woman never come here?
You must know that in their village, there are young girls and young wives blocking her doorstep all day long, either wanting to introduce her to her daughter-in-law, or wanting to meet her son by chance.
Especially when Meng Fansen returned from the army, the threshold was not broken by her.
Even when her son moved to this village with his two children, people would come to inquire about her from time to time.
That woman has never been to a pig farm? Either her rank is too high and she hides it tightly, or she simply doesn't dare to be interested in her son.
She had to go and find out. Judging from her son's eagerness to catch up, he had probably already sunk in.
After knocking on the door, no one answered for a long time, so He Qiaolan took the initiative to enter the hospital.
"Woof woof woof."
A little puppy ran out of nowhere and barked at her.
Zhang Xueqing heard the noise and pushed the door open. At this time, Dalang's parents probably went back to work, so the burden of looking after the house fell on Dalang.
But the person in front of her was beyond her expectation. This aunt hadn't just left, so why was she here again? Still alone.
"Big Wolf, come back."
The dog who heard the summons ran back in a hurry and sat down at Zhang Xueqing's feet, looking like he was facing a formidable enemy, guarding his master behind him.
"Don't be afraid, aunt. It doesn't bite. It's cold outside. Come inside quickly."
He Qiaolan didn't say much, and followed Zhang Xueqing. After entering the house, she brought the insulated lunch box and put it on the coffee table.
"This is the food cooked above. I brought you some. You can try it and see if it suits your appetite."
Zhang Xueqing followed He Qiaolan's movements and looked at the lunch box. It looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she just couldn't remember.
"Thank you, aunt, for still thinking about me. Then I won't be polite."
Zhang Xueqing found a few plates, poured out the dishes one by one, cleaned the lunch box and put it aside, then sat down and picked up the chopsticks to taste.
Looking at her series of actions, He Qiaolan nodded secretly. She was not pretentious or pretentious, she was organized and polite, and she felt even more satisfied.
"Well, it's really delicious. The sweet and sour pork ribs have just the right flavor, the heat is just right, they're soft and tasty, and they taste good."
"Well, this fried yellow croaker is also good. It's so crispy and crispy that you can even eat the burrs. This technique is really amazing."
Zhang Xueqing praised it while eating, and took a bite of every dish.
She boasted that these dishes were available in heaven but not on earth. He Qiaolan wanted to try them to see if they were really so delicious.
"Is it really that delicious?" He Qiaolan couldn't hold it back and asked again.
"It's really delicious. I'll get you a pair of chopsticks and you can try it too."
After saying that, Zhang Xueqing got up again and went to the kitchen. When she got up, she stood still for a moment before starting to walk.
He Qiaolan stared at those legs thoughtfully.
"What are your legs?"
Zhang Xueqing brought the chopsticks over, handed them to He Qiaolan with a smile, and replied softly, "Auntie, I suffer from rheumatoid arthritis. It's not too serious now. It's just that my knees are weak and it's a little difficult to walk."
