The black car was driving slowly on the avenue, and Uncle Gu in the car was still chattering about the young guard Xiaotian's tactlessness.

"It's normal that others just took office and don't know me. Besides, what's wrong with doing your job well?" Zhou Rang rubbed his forehead with amusement and glanced at Uncle Gu through the rearview mirror.

"That's true, but..." Uncle Gu choked and was about to say something when he was interrupted by Zhou Rang.

"We're here. If we drive any further we'll end up driving into someone else's house." Zhou Rang patted the driver's seat.

"Oh oh." Uncle Gu stopped the car and was about to get out to help Zhou Rang open the door, but he had already gotten out of the car with his luggage.

"Who's home?" Zhou Rang pushed open the yard door and turned to ask Uncle Gu.

"Besides Madam, there is also Madam Zeng." Uncle Gu stood outside the yard and did not intend to go into the house. After answering this, he pointed to the car parked outside the yard and said with a smile: "Then I'll go park the car first."

Mrs. Zeng is Zhou Rang’s aunt and Zhou Qi’s biological sister.

"Okay." Zhou Rang nodded, waved at him, and walked towards the gate.

Because he left in a hurry and didn't take the key, he wanted to raise his hand to knock on the door, but just as he moved his hand, before he could lift it, the door opened by itself.

A woman with fashionable curly hair and red lipstick popped her head out from behind the door. The moment she saw Zhou Rang, she screamed and rushed over quickly.

"Our Rang Rang, come and show your auntie." Song Wanchi first hugged Zhou Rang, and then pulled his arm to look left and right, as if she couldn't see enough.

Zhou Rang stood stiff and motionless, allowing Song Wanchi to swing left and right.

"Tsk tsk, why are you so thin and dark? Give me back my cute and tender little nephew Zhou Rang." Song Wanchi pouted and pretended to cry.

"Aunt." Zhou Rang called out helplessly and sighed in his heart. His aunt is almost 40 years old, why is she still so childish? He really didn't know how his uncle-in-law endured it when he was young.

Zhou Rang, who was complaining in his heart at this time, didn't remember at all how he enjoyed it when facing the unreasonable Su Nan.

"Hey, come in quickly. It's freezing outside. I made chicken soup for you. I asked your uncle-in-law to queue up at the supply and marketing cooperative early in the morning to buy chicken. I heard that it is a free-range chicken raised in the countryside, which is the most nutritious."

Song Wanchi pulled Zhou Rang into the house without noticing Zhou Rang's strange look. It was not until she didn't hear Zhou Rang respond for a long time that she realized something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Song Wanchi let go of Zhou Rang's hand, met his inquiring gaze, and subconsciously touched her curly hair.

"Where's my mother? Isn't she seriously ill? How come you don't seem to be worried at all, but rather very happy?" Zhou Rang said this expressionlessly.

"Ah, well, your mother is lying upstairs, and I don't have to worry about anything. I was helping her clean her body before you came. I'm so happy because I came for you."

Song Wanchi reacted belatedly, and then she explained stutteringly, looking around, not daring to look Zhou Rang in the eye.

"Have you been lying to me from the beginning to the end? Aunt, my mother is not sick at all, right?" Zhou Rang said as he ran upstairs.

"Zhou Rang, you little bastard, run slower." Song Wanchi chased after him angrily, but how could she possibly outrun Zhou Rang who had a pair of long legs.

Zhou Rang pushed open the bedroom door, and what came into his sight was Zhou Li and Song Wanqing half-sitting on the bed drinking chicken soup.

His face was flushed with rosy light, how could he look like a patient at all?

Zhou Rang pursed his lips, leaned against the door frame with his chest crossed. There was anger in his eyes, but he felt relieved in his heart.

Sure enough, there was no illness.

"Xiao Rang, listen to what your mother is explaining to you." Song Wanqing hurriedly put down the bowl in her hand, and then wiped the oil stains on her lips with a tissue.

"What's there to explain? Doctor Song, you should know the consequences of exaggerating the condition." Zhou Rang raised his eyebrows.

"As the saying goes, a doctor cannot treat himself. Besides, your mother is not a physician, so how can she know the specific disease?"

Song Wanchi caught up breathlessly, and seeing the scene in front of him, he glared at Song Wanqing with disappointment, then continued with a dry laugh.

"Besides, she did have stomachache for a long time some time ago, but after these few days of treatment, she has gotten much better, right, sister?"

Can't you drink that bowl of chicken soup later? You can't even pretend to be sick. It's really infuriating.

"Yes, yes, Xiao Ran, you should know that my stomach disease comes and goes. I don't know when it comes and when it goes away."

Song Wanqing naturally understood the resentment in Song Wanchi's eyes, and she also felt a little regretful that she couldn't resist drinking the bowl of chicken soup because she was greedy. She really didn't expect Zhou Rang to realize that something was wrong so quickly and then run upstairs directly.

She had stomach problems because she worked too hard when she was young. At that time, she was only focused on saving lives and learning medical skills, and often forgot to eat. Over time, she developed stomach problems.

After realizing the seriousness of the disease, I sought treatment from an expert for many years and it has not recurred.

Of course, this time it was not a stomachache that she suffered. She was just pretending to be sick so that Zhou Qian could take the initiative to contact Zhou Rang, and then tricked him into going to Shanghai.

How can two brothers hold grudges overnight? They must make peace.

How could Zhou Rang stay alone in the unfamiliar Jiangbei Province as a miserable educated youth? He had to come to Shanghai.

But given their bad tempers, the older man certainly couldn't do even one of them, let alone all of them.

In that case, she, an old lady, would have to do it herself.

"Really?" Zhou Rang just watched them quietly as they worked together to cover up the truth.

"yes."

Song Wanqing nodded very seriously, then walked over and took Zhou Rang's hand, gave Song Wanchi a look, and then said, "Come downstairs and try your aunt's cooking. You haven't had it for a long time, right?"

Song Wanchi also grabbed Zhou Rang's other hand and shouted, "That's right, let's not talk about other unimportant things first, eating is the most important thing."

"You must be hungry and tired after sitting on the train for such a long time. After dinner, go to your room to rest. The quilts are changed every time." Song Wanqing touched Zhou Rang's back with heartache and pushed him downstairs.

"Don't talk so much. You'll delay the children's meals." After saying this, Song Wanchi went downstairs first, went directly into the kitchen and brought all the food in the pot to the dining table.

It is delicious and makes people drool.

"I'll serve you some rice." Song Wanqing also went into the kitchen, and after a while came out with a bowl of rice.

"I've already told your dad that he won't be working overtime today, so he'll come over tonight. When you've had a good rest, you two can have a good chat or have a drink."

"Yeah." Zhou Rang took the bowl, nodded with a smile, and his eyes immediately fell on the Shanghai specialty dish, Shanghai braised pork.

He couldn't help but think of the exact same dish he made for Su Nan on her birthday on Wutong Street.

Zhou had a mixed feeling during the meal. In addition to the familiarity and happiness of returning home after several months, there was also a complex emotion mixed with family affection.

I don't know how Su Nan is doing in Sang'an County. Do you miss him?