There were still seven days until the Spring Festival. Song Yun probably wouldn't leave Qinghe Village again after returning this time, so before returning to the village, she went to the county supply and marketing cooperative and bought a lot of things, most of which were for the villagers.

The villagers knew that she often went out to see patients, and it was inconvenient for them to go out, so they would ask Song Yun to bring back anything they needed.

Knowing that this was her last visit before the end of the month, more people came to see Song Yun with things. Song Yun wrote a whole piece of paper with all sorts of things, including salt, oil, sauce, vinegar, sugar, cakes, eggs, needles and thread, towels, brushes, and so on. It was a mess.

Song Yun also bought a large stack of red paper and brushes and ink, planning to go home and write her own couplets and cut window sashes. Besides using them at home, she could also give any extra to villagers in need. It wasn't worth much, but she did it to make it festive and lively.

On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, Song Yun sent out twelve pairs of couplets and six pairs of window hangings. She was busy and happy all day long.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and the preparations for the night feast have begun today. In addition to the dumplings to be eaten tomorrow, they have to make a lot of fried food, such as fried meatballs, fried tofu, fried potatoes, fried cakes, and fried fish.

The explosion lasted a whole day, and in the evening, an unexpected person came.

There was a knock on the door of the Song family courtyard. Ziyi, who was eating fried cakes, mumbled, "I'll go open the door."

Mr. Qi, who was helping to stack the fried cakes, reminded, "Run slowly, be careful not to fall, and wear your scarf."

Ziyi disappeared in a flash, but his voice came back, "Got it."

Qi Lao laughed and scolded, "Naughty monkey."

Old Mo glanced at Song Hao and said, "I think Xiao Song and Xiao Bai are both very gentle. Who does Ziyi look like?"

Bai Qingxia chuckled, "Who else could he look like? His dad."

Just as Qi Lao and Mo Lao were about to listen attentively to Song Hao's interesting story, they suddenly heard Zi Yi's voice, "Brother Mo Nan, why are you here?"

Mr. Qi almost dropped the fried cake in his hand. He quickly put it down and walked out quickly.

Song Yun and the others also put down their work and followed Old Qi to the front yard.

In the front yard, Qi Mo Nan had already entered the yard. He was carrying a big bag and was exposed to the wind and snow. His face was red from the cold.

"What? You don't welcome me?"

Song Ziyi jumped up happily, "Brother Mo Nan, I dreamed that you came back last night. I didn't expect my dream to come true."

Qi Monan closed the gate and turned around to see his grandfather walking towards him excitedly. He hurried to greet him, "Grandpa! I'm back."

Old Qi walked quickly to his grandson and patted his arm vigorously, "Good boy!"

Old Mo said with envy, "Okay, don't stand in the yard and talk. It's very cold. Let's go inside and let Mo Nan warm his feet on the kang."

Old Qi wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and took his grandson back to the house.

Qi Mo Nan's gaze drifted towards Song Yun. Seeing her looking at him with a smile, his heartbeat suddenly began to accelerate.

"You guys go back to the house first, I'll go finish the remaining fried cakes."

Song Yun returned to the kitchen. Bai Qingxia and Yang Lifen were busy making tea and putting freshly fried food on plates respectively.

Yang Lifen asked Song Yun, "This must be the Captain Qi that the villagers are talking about, your boyfriend." Yang Lifen winked at Song Yun.

Song Yun laughed and scolded, "Others don't know, but you do? Don't talk nonsense, it will embarrass Qi Mo Nan if he hears it."

Yang Lifen said with a smile, "You're overthinking it. I think he's very interested in you and is embarrassed. I think he's really looking forward to it."

Bai Qingxia also joked, "Mo Nan is indeed a good kid. If he were to be my son-in-law, I would think it would be great."