Ruan Qingling nodded and said, "She's talking a lot now, and it's all mixed up. I have no idea which language she's speaking."
Song Shiting also doesn't speak any other languages.
The mother and daughter were having a great time.
Song Shiting turned back to continue cooking.
They ate another meal prepared by Song Shiting.
Ruan Qingling praised first: "This dish looks good, it should taste delicious."
Song Shiting looked at Ruan Qingling.
He said, "You try it first."
Ruan Qingling picked up a piece of tofu, tasted it, and found it a bit salty.
She said, "The tofu is cooked well."
Song Shiting tasted it himself and found it too salty.
He asked Ruan Qingling, "Didn't you feel it was too salty?"
To encourage her husband to cook more at home, Ruan Qingling reluctantly said, "There is a little bit, but next time you cook, you can put in less salt."
Song Shiting nodded.
"Brother Song, are you eating?"
Just then, Liu Qin came in carrying a plate.
There are two round things inside.
She said, "These are glutinous rice dumplings made by my grandma. Here, have two of them."
Ruan Qingling said, "How could I possibly accept this?"
Liu Qin said, "Sister Ruan, please don't be shy, share some of the delicious food with yourselves."
Ruan Qingling, however, knew the meaning behind Liu Qin's gift.
But since it was delivered, all she could say was, "Thank you."
Liu Qin smiled slightly: "Sister Ruan, you're too kind."
Ruan Qingling asked, "Have you eaten?"
Liu Qin said, "I was just about to eat."
Ruan Qingling nodded.
"That's good. Remember to eat on time."
Liu Qin was sensible enough to put her things down and leave.
She couldn't bring herself to give expensive gifts.
She could only hope that Song Shiting, out of consideration for their neighbor, would help her catch the thief as soon as possible.
However, since Ruan Qingling had already mentioned it last time, she dared not bring it up again.
Let's talk about it in a couple of days.
Ruan Qingling looked at the glutinous rice ball and asked Song Shiting, "Is that thief still committing crimes in town? Has he run far away by now?"
Song Shiting said, "They haven't appeared since. There are only a few police officers in the town, so there's no way to increase patrols. We can only ask the militia for help."
Ruan Qingling said, "What I'm afraid of is that those people are colluding with the militia."
Song Shiting's eyes were cold and gloomy.
Anything is possible until there is definitive evidence.
Therefore, he does not deny this idea.
Song Shiting: "I will keep a close eye on things."
Ruan Qingling asked, "When will we hear any news from Jingcheng?"
Song Shiting: "In the next couple of days."
Ruan Qingling nodded.
She was somewhat expectant and determined to see the result.
"Okay, I'm really looking forward to it."
Song Shiting is also looking forward to it.
...
The weather is getting hotter and hotter.
Ruan Qingling said she wanted to clean the cement floor in front of the house so that people could sit on it again.
Especially Ya Ya, whose range of activities is even wider.
Song Shiting said, "I'll do it."
At home, he never gets a break.
He would do whatever he could at home.
Watching Song Shiting clean the floor, Qingling carried Yaya to the side to look at the rabbits.
Ya Ya likes rabbits and now wants to handle them.
He stretched out his hand, trying to grab the rabbit's ears.
Ruan Qingling said, "The rabbit just arrived, and its fur is dirty. You can only look at it, not touch it."
It turns out the little girl understands what I'm saying.
She immediately withdrew her hand.
Ruan Qingling thinks it's great to raise a daughter; she's less troublesome and she's beautiful.
If it were her previous life, she would definitely buy clothes for her daughter every day and dress her up like a princess.
But it's not allowed now. If we dressed Ya Ya up as a princess right now, she'd probably be invited in for tea.
Therefore, it's better to keep a low profile.
For two nights in a row.
When Song Shiting came out after taking a shower, Ruan Qingling was already asleep, holding Ya Ya.
I came out after taking a shower today.
But what I saw was a different scene: Ruan Qingling was sitting at the table.
The envelope and stamps he gave me were on the table.
Ruan Qingling is checking the manuscript.
After checking, they were put into envelopes one by one.
She also bought a bottle of scented paste, intending to seal the bag tightly.
Song Shiting walked over and asked, "You wrote so much?"
Ruan Qingling smiled slightly: "I felt like I had a lot to write, so I wrote it down and decided to try submitting it."
Song Shiting nodded and pulled a book out from under the bed.
Ruan Qingling turned around and glanced back.
It's a very thick book.
The yellowish paper was covered with densely packed writing.
She glanced at it and discovered that it was actually a martial arts novel.
She asked, "Liang Yusheng?"
Song Shiting nodded and said, "Yes, his novels are good. Dongzi likes to read them. I brought one back with me when I came back."
Ruan Qingling nodded.
While she checked the manuscript, Song Shiting leaned against the headboard and read a book.
There was only one kerosene lamp in the room.
Song Shiting originally wanted to find a house with electricity, but not every house has electricity these days.
In Sanli Town, the electricity has already been connected to Lao Wu's side, but it hasn't been connected to the other side that Song Shiting rented yet.
At the time, he thought the house had a nice environment and was close to his workplace.
He rented it so that it would be more convenient for him to come back and take care of Ruan Qingling and her daughter.
Ruan Qingling said, "It's alright, we're not going to live here forever."
She answered casually without turning around.
Song Shiting was watching her from behind.
The back view of someone diligently working is very attractive.
Ruan Qingling looked around and wrote something in front of her.
Song Shiting was reading a novel in the back, and would occasionally look up and steal a glance at her.
Later, after Ruan Qingling had finished checking all the manuscripts and sealing all the envelopes, she turned to Song Shiting and said, "You're going to work tomorrow, could you please take these to be mailed for me?"
Song Shiting replied, "Okay."
Ruan Qingling stood up, moved her hands upwards slightly. She had been writing for too long, and her face was full of fatigue. She yawned and said, "It's getting late, let's get some rest."
After saying that, she climbed into bed, lay down, and went to sleep!
Song Shiting turned his head and saw that she had already lay down, her eyes closed, her long, black hair resting on her small face, and she was asleep.
Song Shiting was somewhat lost in thought.
During this time, the way the two interacted changed. Song Shiting thought they were about to succeed, but now it seems that the road ahead is still very long.
Finally, he could only lower his eyes and force his gaze to stay on the novel.
…
Song Shiting got up early to make breakfast.
Ruan Qingling didn't get up late either.
My daughter hasn't woken up yet.
As soon as she lifted the curtain, she saw the tall figure of a man appear beside the stove.
Men who stay at home look really handsome.
Who said that a gentleman stays away from the kitchen?
She felt that a family-oriented man was particularly masculine.
She didn't think that a woman had to be defined as a laundry and cooking machine after marriage.
Song Shiting picked up two eggs, and hearing the voice behind him, turned around and asked, "Awake?"
Ruan Qingling asked, "I'd like to go to the city sometime. When are you free?"
Song Shiting looked at Ruan Qingling with a clear and calm gaze, unable to tell whether she wanted to ask him if he was free to accompany her to the city, or if he was free to stay home and take care of their daughter.
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