She put a smile on her face again and walked into the kitchen and said, "Xiao Ru is cooking? Mom bought some meat and will stew it for lunch. Zhe'er needs some nourishment!"

"Okay, Mom, just leave it there and I'll take care of it later." Chen Xiaoru replied.

"Okay, I'll go sort the things I bought." Mother Song said as she turned to leave.

Song Zhe suddenly said, "Mom, Master Cheng came this morning and there are some snacks in the living room. You can keep them or share them with others later."

When Mother Song heard this, she paused, turned around, and asked nervously, "Is Master Cheng here? Is Rongrong here too? Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Chen Xiaoru looked at Song's mother strangely, not understanding why she asked that.

"That's good, it's all your sister's fault!" Song's mother breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves finally relaxed, but then she seemed to remember something, her eyebrows knitted, and she glared at Song Zhe angrily, then changed the subject and complained about Song Qingqing.

"We ran into Cheng Rongrong when we went to the tailor shop. Your sister, who's so careless, told her about your ability to get out of bed! I clearly refused her visit, but she came anyway. Tell me what caused this!"

At the end of her speech, Song's mother frowned tightly again, her face full of worry, as if Cheng Rongrong was some kind of monster.

Seeing this, Song Zhe quickly comforted her, "Mom, it's okay, it's all over. You're tired too, go and rest for a while!"

"Okay, I'll go first." Mother Song nodded, turned and left the kitchen, and the footsteps gradually faded away.