Ruan Qingling turned around, scooped out the meat, and put it aside to drain.

Song Shiting went to wash his hands and glanced into the room.

My daughter is sleeping on the kang (a heated brick bed), and she looks like she's sleeping very well.

Ruan Qingling was busy at the stove when Song Shiting walked over and rolled up his sleeves.

Ruan Qingling asked, "How is your hand?"

Song Shiting said, "It's alright, I'm fine."

Ruan Qingling said, "Mm."

She didn't look back.

With oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar on the stove, she found cooking a lot of fun.

I want to make dumplings.

It's still early, but we're going to make dumplings now. We'll have to make the dough ourselves.

Song Shiting said, "I'll do it."

Ruan Qingling: "I'll do it, you help me wrap it?"

It's like taking care of him, the injured person.

Song Shiting looked at her intently.

She stood by the stove, the firelight reflecting off her face.

It made her appear even more gentle and warm.

Song Shiting obediently waited on the side.

Ruan Qingling's behavior these past few days has been like a complete transformation, and coupled with what his mother just said, it made him wonder if he had been misunderstanding Ruan Qingling all along.

So, they've been pushing each other in opposite directions?

Ruan Qingling suddenly remembered that the tools had not been returned yet.

He said to Song Shiting, "Song Shiting, the tools haven't been returned yet. Keep the gauze and disinfectant, a needle and a thread, and return the rest."

Song Shiting nodded: "Okay."

He turned around, took his things, and went out. Every household had already lit their lamps.

You can see the glowing light.

When he returned from the clinic, he saw that the lights in his house were also on.

Although the light was dim.

But in this vast world, there was a light waiting for him, and that feeling was truly wonderful.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Ruan Qingling had finished kneading the dough.

We were just about to make dumplings.

Song Shiting washed his hands and sat down to help make dumplings.

Ruan Qingling did not refuse.

The two of them worked together to wrap some of the dumplings, and left the rest to Song Shiting while she went to cook them.

Soon, a large bowl of dumplings was ready.

It uses the broth from boiled pork, which makes it especially delicious.

Add two cabbage leaves.

That's already exceptionally good.

Song Shiting had already finished wrapping all the dumplings.

Ruan Qingling continued cooking dumplings.

Soon the other bowl of dumplings was ready.

While tidying up the stove, Ruan Qingling asked, "Why do you keep bringing back eggs?"

This inexplicably reminded her of Bai Luomei giving Song Shiting eggs.

Song Shiting looked a little awkward. He would go up the mountain to catch pheasants every night and always find wild eggs. However, he didn't dare to take them home because he was afraid that Ruan Qingling would eat them all by herself.

He brought her back now because he saw that Ruan Qingling didn't just care about herself, but also took care of her daughter.

Therefore, there is no need to put it outside.

He said, "I'll see if I have any tomorrow and bring some back."

The chickens and pigs raised in the village belong to the production team; private individuals have no share.

But I can raise them myself.

Song Shiting suddenly asked, "How about we bring a few chicks back to raise?"

He usually lets the chicks go when he encounters them.

It seems that Ruan Qingling is now willing to settle down and live a normal life.

He tried asking.

Ruan Qingling didn't know how much longer she could stay in this village.

However, raising a few chickens wouldn't be bad either.

At least there's grass around the entrance, so the chicks can find their own food. Just give them some vegetable leaves.

However... they don't have their own vegetable garden.

"It's good, but how will we feed them?"

Song Shiting said, "Let me see if I have any, and then I'll bring them back."

Just consider it a toy for my daughter.

Ruan Qingling nodded.

Wild eggs are really delicious.

She said, "It would be good to have wild eggs to cook porridge for Yaya."

Song Shiting said, "Okay."

...

That night, Ruan Qingling woke up inexplicably at eleven o'clock.

Song Shiting was getting dressed, preparing to go out.

Ruan Qingling said, "Your hand isn't healed yet, don't go out."

Song Shiting paused in his dressing before turning around and saying, "You can't run into wild boars every night."

Ruan Qingling said, "But you can't stay up all night. You need to get a good night's sleep every now and then."

Song Shiting said, "I promised to deliver the goods."

At this time, it's not appropriate to conduct business openly.

Ruan Qingling didn't know where Song Shiting got his business from.

Or was it already agreed upon?

All I could say was, "Then be careful. The wound is on your hand, so be cautious. Don't wait until your hand is ruined before you regret it."

Song Shiting: "No."

Carrying out a mission is far more dangerous than dealing with pheasants. Even if he's injured, he has to go on. There's no turning back. So, getting a few stitches is nothing to him.

Before leaving, Song Shiting reached into his pocket.

He put twenty yuan on the table and said, "Keep this."

He had given her money before, but Ruan Qingling never needed to stay at home.

But this time, because she was kind to her daughter and cared about him, he was willing to give her the money.

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly disappeared into the night.

Ruan Qingling looked at the two ten-yuan bills on the table...

That's a huge sum of money.

After all, many people struggle to even have a penny on them these days.

Is this how he makes money at night?

How many people know about this?

I'm afraid even Wang Guihua doesn't know this.

...

Daylight broke.

This time, Song Shiting returned on time.

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