"What's far away?"

Old Mrs. Cheng came in at the door and heard this, and asked casually.

"It's Xiaoying. They're moving to the compound."

The old lady glanced at Miao Lishan and said, as Zhou Jiao said, "We are too far apart. After all, your last name is Miao, not Lin. People's hearts are unpredictable, and sometimes you have to be on guard."

Miao Lishan nodded, "I know, especially now, we must be more careful."

"You really have to be careful. I just spoke to an old lady on the phone." The old lady said, looking at her deliberately. "Something really happened to the Liang family. Liang Shengnan even announced earlier that she was severing ties with her family."

"Ah? How could she..." Miao Lishan blurted out in shock. It was unbelievable!

Zhou Jiao's eyes flashed with a faint light, and she smiled sarcastically, "What's impossible? Aunt, from what you said, it seems like there was another accident tonight?"

The old lady patted her approvingly and said, "You are really smart."

Smart as hell! Zhou Jiao secretly complained. How could they not guess the bad things she had done? I just wonder what the higher-ups will decide now that those letters have been exposed.

"Liang Shengnan had already escaped. Even though many people despised her behavior, after all..." The old lady shook her head and sneered, "Who would have thought that they would actually find the secret letter between Old Man Liang and his daughter when night fell."

Zhou Jiao sighed with sympathy: "Man proposes, God disposes."

"That's right. Now everyone is waiting to see what the higher-ups will decide. Many people have fallen at the hands of Liang Shengnan recently. Everyone has friends and family. Look! What's owed must be repaid."

Miao Lishan frowned, "Is the fact that Brother Zheng and the others haven't returned yet related to this?"

Zhou Jiao glanced at her mother in surprise. Her mother's intelligence really went through the roof when it came to her father. She was quite amused and confused by this.

As footsteps approached outside, Old Mrs. Cheng shook her head slightly at the mother and daughter.

After a while, the aunt came in with a tray and said, "Grandma, I made three bowls. Will it be enough?"

"Anything else? Eat some too."

"Many."

The conversation was interrupted. Zhou Jiao took a bowl from the tray, first giving it to the old lady, then taking a bowl herself and eating first. She had been so busy thinking about things today that she hadn't eaten dinner. But after drinking the sweet red date porridge, she felt warm all over.

"Old lady, we've cleared the jujube trees this year, so there aren't many red dates left. It's unlikely we'll be able to enjoy red date porridge or red date cakes regularly in the future."

The old lady smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. Even without the red dates, the millet porridge you cook is delicious enough."

"I'm glad you like it. I'll go to the kitchen first, and I'll clean up the dishes when I get back."

"Okay, have some yourself."

Miao Lishan, who was standing by, waited for her aunt to leave and immediately said, "Aunt, you can use it first. I'll ask someone to find out later."

"No need. The eldest and second eldest often send food back home, so we don't need to worry about food. It's unnecessary to owe favors to others."

The old lady sighed sadly after she finished speaking, "Eating is not a big deal. Compared to other families, we are well-off."

"Yes, I tell myself every day to be content with what I have. I didn't understand the profound meaning of this before, and I often envied those people who came out of the Friendship Store with their bags packed."

"Yes, there's a fixed amount of happiness a person should enjoy in their lifetime. Some people overdraw their luck in advance, and now that they've met with misfortune, it might be the end of it.

"I still remember when I was about seven or eight years old, my mother took my sister and me to worship Buddha. The temple master gave a lecture on Buddhism that afternoon. I only remember a few words..."

Zhou Jiao looked speechlessly at the two people who started talking about their past and present lives, and continued to lower her head and slowly eat the red date porridge with a spoon.

No matter how much you slow down, a small bowl of red date porridge will eventually come to an end, just like a topic will always keep going until it reaches the halftime break.

After more than half an hour, Zhou Jiao looked at her watch and said, "It's almost eight o'clock. We have to go to work tomorrow. Aunt, let's go back first."

"So soon?" Old Mrs. Cheng looked at the time and stood up with a smile. "Let's go, go back and rest. I think your father should be back soon."

"You don't have to come out, it's just a few steps away, we can go back by ourselves."

It was such a short distance and the weather was cold, so Zhou Jiao quickly stopped her from going out. Wen Yu was back at the Wen family home this weekend, and it was hard to get the old lady a moment of rest, so she decided to let her take a break.

Meanwhile, at the Zhou family, Zhang Guoqing had also seen Yi Jiefang and his family off and was taking a detour to pick up his wife. Coincidentally, the two sides met at a three-way intersection.

"The person has left?"

"Are you back?"

Under the streetlight, the couple asked in unison. Zhang Guoqing glanced at Zhou Jiao. If his mother-in-law hadn't been there, he would have taken the lead.

"Mom, my dad hasn't come back yet. Secretary Chen called and told us not to wait any longer and to rest first. If we're late, Dad and the others might stay in the city tonight."

Miao Lishan nodded when she heard this and looked at her daughter who seemed to be lost in thought.

Zhou Jiao smiled at her comfortingly.

Zhang Guoqing raised his eyebrows when he saw this and continued, "Yi Shumin seemed to have something to talk to you about. Later, Ping An said that you and mom would accompany the old lady tonight, so she would take her two children back first."

"Oh." Zhou Jiao frowned, put aside these trivial matters, and asked about her three sons.

"Not long after they left, Aunt Chen took the three brothers upstairs to sleep. I came out to see Dayi and the others off, but Ping'an was still awake, so I asked him to stay home."

Zhou Jiao guessed that her son had another deeper meaning besides waiting for her. However, outside, her physical condition could not keep up with Zhang Guoqing, who was wearing a thick military uniform, so she should go back and talk.

And it was just as she expected.

In the Zhou family's living room, Ping'an waited for Aunt Chen to go to the kitchen. He first stood in front of his grandfather's study door, lowered his head and carefully examined a long hair tied on the handle.

Seeing nothing unusual, he casually walked around the entire living room again, turned his head to look outside, and lifted the rug on the wall of the living room.

If Zhou Jiao were here, she would definitely laugh. She warned her son to be careful of outsiders bringing things into the house that he dared not bring. There was no need to be so nervous!

It wasn't that Ping An didn't trust Yi Jiefang. Yes, in his heart, this "big kid" who always called himself uncle was not only his father's best friend, but also his favorite friend regardless of age.

Especially since Yi Jiefang always gave Ping An a share of any good things if his nephew got them, this action made Ping An even more affectionate towards him.

His mother didn't say a word, but he understood it in his heart. Before he entered the house tonight, his mother's instructions were directed at Yi Shumin from Uncle Fang's family.

As for how the other party offended his mother, or what he did to make his mother suspicious and lose trust?

Does that matter?!

He just doesn't like playing with girls! He's petty, cries easily, loves to show off, and loves to complain. In the entire compound, only Mo Xiaobei is more generous, and none of them are good enough.