Perhaps because of her worries, Gao Ruoyun woke up after only a short time. Chu Fang said, "Auntie, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"When you get old, you can't sleep," Gao Ruoyun shook her head.

She continued, "Where is the nearest farmers market, Xiao Chu? I want to buy some ingredients; Yueyue's dad wants to eat what I cook."

"I'll take you there."

"Thank you for your help."

Chu Fang said, "You're treating me like an outsider by saying that."

Gao Ruoyun smiled.

The two left home and walked to the entrance of the residential area. The security guard saw Gao Ruoyun and was a little surprised: "Hey, aren't you Zhong's mother? You're in Shanghai again? Did your husband come with you? I wanted to play a few games with him."

The security guard and Zhong Ping had some acquaintance; they were chess friends, and the latter was Zhong Ping's protector.

During the few days Zhong Ping visited last year, Zhong Rou didn't bother the security guard at all. It was because of Zhong Ping's presence that he missed Zhong Ping and the days when his chess friends were around.

“My husband had an accident,” Gao Ruyun replied.

"Huh?" The security guard's mouth dropped open. After hearing the whole story, he finally came to his senses. "Your family isn't really a martial arts family, are you?"

Zhong Rou possesses extraordinary martial arts skills; aside from not being able to live forever, she is incredibly powerful in every other aspect.

Zhong Ping was hit in the leg by a rock, but his legs were not broken.

It is obvious that there are mysterious elements involved.

Gao Ruoyun chuckled: "You've always guessed wrong. We're just an ordinary family."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The security guard waved his hand. "Ordinary families can't raise someone with such high-level martial arts skills as Zhong Rou."

Chu Fang: "..."

Is it possible that it's innate?

Chu Fang took Gao Ruoyun to the market to buy various vegetables and meats. Chu Fang thought he was a master at bargaining, but he realized his insignificance when he saw his mother-in-law.

You can buy ingredients at extremely low prices with just a few words.

"Sister, I'll give you ten yuan. Go to the stall next door and bargain," the vegetable seller said.

"Isn't this a bad idea?" Gao Ruoyun hesitated.

"It's okay, he's my competitor anyway."

Gao Ruoyun: "... ..."

The reason Gao Ruoyun can buy vegetables at extremely low prices is that she is a farmer herself and knows the intricacies of growing vegetables, so she is naturally very good at bargaining.

After buying the groceries and returning home, Chu Fang tugged at his sleeve, saying, "Let me help you."

"No need, Xiao Chu, you rest, I can handle it."

"Hey, it's nothing. Two people can do things faster. The main thing is that I want to learn your cooking skills. I don't mean anything else. I just want to open an authentic Central Plains restaurant and make lots and lots of money."

Gao Ruoyun smiled and said, "You secretly learned my cooking skills, so you have to share some of the money you make with me."

"Then I'll lose money, you can help me make up the difference."

"That won't do."

"Then this deal can't go through."

The two chatted as they cooked.

Gao Ruoyun prepared the most authentic Central Plains cuisine, mainly consisting of noodles, and she made them so beautifully that Chu Fang, a native of the South, was greatly amazed.

Bang!

The door opened, and the sister-in-law's voice echoed in the room: "I'm back."

Then Zhong Rou threw herself into Gao Ruoyun's arms and looked up at her, saying, "Mother, I missed you so much."

Gao Ruoyun sprinkled flour on Zhong Rou's face. She originally wanted to scold her little girl, but when she thought about what she had experienced in the past few days, her heart softened: "Mother misses you too."

Chu Fang glanced outside at the setting sun; "Weren't you in class? Why are you home? Did you skip class again?"

"Brother-in-law, I'm on vacation." Zhong Rou rolled her eyes. "You don't care about me at all."

Gao Ruoyun immediately seized on the key phrase: "Again? You used to skip classes all the time?"

Zhong Rou: "... ..."

Then a heart-wrenching voice echoed from inside the house: "Brother-in-law, I'm not done with you yet!"

Inside the house, the tabby cat sat crouching, baring its teeth and looking very happy.

Finally, someone has taken care of this troublemaker.

After cooking, I took the food to the hospital.

... ...

In the days that followed, Chu Fang, Zhong Tingyue, and Gao Ruoyun took turns caring for Zhong Ping, hoping that he would recover soon.

Zhong Ping was a restless person. After only a few days in the hospital, he felt uncomfortable all over: "No, I want to be discharged. I don't want to stay here anymore."

“Father…” Chu Fang began.

“Hey.” Zhong Rou subconsciously chimed in from the side, then gave an awkward smile, “Brother-in-law, when you call me ‘Dad,’ I always feel like you’re calling me, so I can’t help but chime in. I feel like in our past life, we had an inseparable father-son relationship.”

Chu Fang glared at his sister-in-law: "The doctor said you need to stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days."

"No, I can't stay here any longer. If I stay any longer, I'll stop breathing." Zhong Ping shook his head.

"Hmm?" Just then, Gao Ruoyun came in, her brows furrowing slightly.

Zhong Ping's voice became softer.

Zhong Tingyue walked in and said, "The doctor said that Dad, you can be discharged early."

"Wuhu~" Zhong Ping was overjoyed.

Then they completed the necessary discharge procedures and even bought a portable wheelchair.

The leg was injured and it will take three to five months to recover, so he can only move around with the help of a wheelchair.

"Hey, where's the wheelchair I bought?" Chu Fang thought about how he had sprained his ankle and bought a wheelchair.

Zhong Rou said calmly, "Brother-in-law, have you forgotten? Last year you were racing with someone and drove into a ditch."

Chu Fang: "..."

The mobile wheelchair was an interesting thing. Chu Fang became so engrossed in playing with it that he started racing a Lamborghini parked on the roadside, and then sped off into a ditch where he took a bath.

On the day of her discharge, many people came: Yang Meina and her mother Liu Xia, Zhong Ping's group of coworkers, Wang Lang, the site manager, and the big boss, General Manager Liang.

"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble." President Liang shook Zhong Ping's hand.

Now, Chu Fang is the largest investor in Liang's company, allowing it to continue operating.

When Zhong Ping was discharged from the hospital, President Liang was happier than anyone else.

Zhong Ping nodded: "Indeed!"

General Manager Liang: "..."

His honesty made it difficult for him to respond.

The attending physician standing nearby felt as if he were being pierced by a thousand arrows, his heart aching with pain.

He initially thought the injured worker was just an ordinary laborer, but based on his experiences over the past few days, he was completely wrong.

Many people in luxury cars came to visit Zhong Ping.

These aren't ordinary working-class people; they're practically rich guys.

The attending physician knew that all of this was aimed at saving face for Chu, but the thought of it made his heart ache even more.

"Damn it! Why did I refuse that red envelope in the first place? Did it make me look like a big shot? No, not at all. It just made me look like a complete idiot!"

“There was once a very large red envelope in front of me, but I didn’t cherish it. I only regretted it when I lost it. If I could have another chance, I would say: The red envelope is a token of my appreciation, so I’ll accept it.”

"Cough cough cough..." The attending physician coughed and patted his chest.

The nurse asked from the side, "Dr. Zhou, do you have a cold?"

"It's not a cold, it's a fever." The attending physician tapped his forehead. "I must be out of my mind to sympathize with a rich person."