When Zhou Sui came out again, there were already several more people in the courtyard. She tightened her collar and just walked over when she heard Song Qi'an call out.

"Sui Sui, come here."

Because there were many people, the hot pot meal would be eaten outside, so Zhou Dayong got up early to start burning charcoal. Now, there is a large tin stove in the center of the yard, with a roaring fire inside.

The Zhou family children, along with the two Song brothers, stood around.

"Brother Song, you're a true soldier. How did you know my sister was out?" If Song Qi'an hadn't said that earlier, no one would have heard Zhou Sui open the door.

"I just happened to look up and saw it." In fact, Song Qi'an had been keeping an eye on Zhou Sui's door the whole time, and he spoke up as soon as Zhou Sui came out.

Zhou Sui walked over, and Song Qi'an stepped aside to give her ample space.

"Dad burned so much charcoal?" Zhou Sui felt a wave of warmth as soon as she walked in.

Just then, Zhou Dayong came out with charcoal again. "There's still some in the kitchen. Burn more. Even though we're eating in the yard, we can't let everyone get cold."

"Little Song, it's been many years since you've eaten around the stove, hasn't it?" Of these children, only Song Qi'an had grown up in the city.

In the old days, cities burned coal, but now I hear they burn some kind of gas, which is much cleaner than this stove fire, which is smoky and noisy.

"It's been years since I've had this, I'm really craving it." As soon as Song Qi'an finished speaking, Zhou Dayong laughed, "We have to eat well today, make yourself at your uncle's house, Xinfeng, you too, don't be shy."

"Don't worry, Uncle, I'll definitely treat it like my own home." Zhao Xinfeng wasn't one to hold back, and immediately agreed with a smile.

"Alright, I don't understand you young people, you can figure it out yourselves." Zhou Dayong carried his large charcoal basket back to the kitchen.

Because he was talking, he didn't notice that the dustpan almost touched Zhou Sui's clothes. Song Qi'an gently pulled Zhou Sui and reached out to block the dustpan.

Zhou Sui only realized what was happening after Zhou Dayong had left. "It's okay, my clothes don't get dirty easily anyway."

Today was destined to be dirty again, and she would smell bad again, so Zhou Sui specially found a dark-colored outfit.

Speaking of this, she glanced at Song Qi'an's clothes and said, "My dad said we're having a big meal today, so don't waste such nice clothes."

Song Qi'an was wearing a dark gray cardigan, which made him look more approachable than when he wore a suit, but after today's ordeal, he probably wouldn't be able to wear it for a while.

Zhou Xu and the others had already started getting to work. Zhou Sui thought for a moment, "How about I find you an apron to wear?" But it didn't seem to be of much use.

"You should be able to wear my dad's clothes. If you don't mind, I can find you one."

Song Qi'an actually wanted to say that the clothes could be washed when they got dirty, but seeing how considerate Zhou Sui was of him, he felt very grateful.

"I don't mind, as long as it's wearable."

Zhou Sui then ran to the kitchen, then went to the main house, and soon came out carrying a navy blue dress.

Song Qi'an took off his cardigan, revealing a crew neck sweater underneath. When he stretched out his arms, Zhou Sui could clearly see the faint outline of his abdominal muscles beneath the sweater.

Before he could even see clearly, Song Qi'an had already put on the navy blue coat, while Zhou Sui naturally took his own sweater coat.

“The clothes are clean. My dad has lost weight, so they’re a bit loose on him, but they fit you perfectly.”

Zhou Sui took a step back, looked Song Qi'an up and down, a smile playing on her lips and her eyes crinkling.

"He was originally a young man, but dressed like this, he looks like a mature middle-aged man."

The main problem is that Zhou Dayong's clothes are too outdated. It's only thanks to Song Qi'an's good looks that he can pull it off, otherwise he would have lost twenty years of his life.

"Does it look bad?" Song Qi'an straightened his clothes. Without a mirror, he didn't know how he looked in them.

"No." Zhou Sui shook her head, but her cheeks were puffed out as she tried to suppress a laugh. "It looks great, Uncle Song."

The title has changed from "brother" to "uncle".

Song Qi'an chuckled. If Zhou Sui could be this happy, he himself must not be looking any better.

Sure enough, Zhao Xinfeng laughed the loudest, "Brother, even my dad would have to call you brother when he comes."

Song Qi'an couldn't help but give him a slap. Zhao Xinfeng yelled and covered his shoulder, protesting.

"Sister Zhou Sui just called you uncle, why didn't you say anything to her?"

Song Qi'an thought to himself, "How can Sui Sui be the same as you? Even when she calls someone 'Uncle,' her tone is soft and gentle, unlike Zhao Xinfeng's hoarse voice."

Zhao Xinfeng, who was going through an awkward period of voice change, had no idea that his beloved cousin was disliking him again.

"Hahaha, my sister is really bold." Zhou Xu also laughed heartily, but he didn't dare to mock her as openly as Zhao Xinfeng.

Zhou Sui, the culprit, pursed her lips, her face silently saying: I didn't laugh.

Song Qi'an's eyes narrowed, and he chased away Zhao Xinfeng and the others who wanted to watch him make a fool of himself. Then he turned to Zhou Sui and said, "Laugh if you want to." His face was flushed.

"I don't want to~" Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Sui finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She held Song Qi'an's stomach with one hand and covered her stomach with the other, "Oh dear, I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts from laughing."

Sometimes people's sense of humor is just so strange. Zhou Sui didn't mean to, but when she thought about what Zhou Xu had just said and looked at Song Qi'an's current state, she just couldn't help it!

"That's enough laughing, or you'll get a stitch in your side." Song Qi'an wasn't afraid of her laughing, but he was afraid that she would laugh uncomfortably.

Look at the grand gesture of this person, Zhou Sui thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile, but her eyes still curved into a smile. "I'll go put your clothes away first."

She could only stop smiling when she looked at Song Qi'an after a while. Just as she turned to leave, she heard someone calling her name at the door.