Ruan Qingling realized that they had been sleeping on the same kang (heated brick bed) for some time now!
Song Shiting was honest and didn't do anything out of line.
But I'll be living here from now on!
This bed isn't as big as a kang (heated brick bed).
However, the walls were very clean, and the two walls next to the bed were covered with newspapers more than a meter high.
There is a table by the window that looks new.
It's very simple, but also very clean.
They rented the place for a period of time, and Ruan Qingling couldn't make too many demands.
When she came out of the house, she saw two heads peeking out.
Ruan Qingling raised an eyebrow slightly and asked, "Is there something you need?"
One of the girls said, "We're fine, we just noticed someone was living next door, so we came to check."
Ruan Qingling nodded and said, "So you live next door."
When I arrived, I noticed a house on the left and another on the right.
On the left, near the public toilet, there's a row of bamboo trees right next to it.
Fan Aihua said, "I live right next door to you. Come over and have a chat when you have time."
Ruan Qingling nodded and said, "Okay."
She didn't know what kind of person this neighbor was, but since the neighbor invited her with a smile, she replied with a smile in return.
Fan Aihua asked again, "Is that your daughter? She's so cute."
Ya Ya looked at the two people outside. She wasn't shy at all, so she smiled happily at them.
"My name is Fan Aihua," a girl said.
The other one said, "My name is Liu Qin."
Ruan Qingling smiled slightly and said, "Hello, my surname is Ruan and my name is Ruan Qingling."
Fan Aihua said, "It looks like you have a bigger face than us, so I'll call you Sister Ruan."
Ruan Qingling nodded.
"You must be very busy since you just arrived. If you need any help, please call our class. We're heading back now."
Ruan Qingling said, "Thank you."
...
When Song Shiting came out in the morning, he took out the ointment that Ruan Qingling had made.
So he left work early and went to the health center.
Old Wu had waited so long, and finally the ointment arrived.
He used a cotton swab to apply a little ointment.
I took a look.
His brows were gradually relaxing.
Finally, he looked at Song Shiting and said, "Pull your clothes up, let me see how the scar is now?"
Song Shiting rolled up his sleeves.
Old Wu glanced at his arm.
The scar is indeed in much better condition than before.
He said, "I'll see how it works on old scars."
He had known Song Shiting for several years.
In the past few years, Song Shiting came here, and every time he did, he was injured.
Sometimes he would ask Song Shiting to stay at the health center for a couple of days to recuperate, but Song Shiting would always rush back.
Song Shiting glanced at Old Wu and asked, "You don't want these ointments?"
Old Wu touched his nose and said, "Can't I verify the efficacy of these medicines? I need to know if these medicines are effective on new scars and whether they are effective on old scars."
Song Shiting then lifted the hem of his clothes.
Old Wu examined it carefully and asked, "Do you use it every night? Have you stopped?"
Song Shiting pulled down his shirt hem and said, "It didn't stop."
Old Wu said, "That means these medicines are good. Could you tell me who made these two bottles of medicine? I'd like to see if we can have more collaborations later."
Song Shiting's eyes were cold as he said directly, "She doesn't want to meet people casually."
In fact, I don't want to cause Ruan Qingling too much trouble right now.
To find medicinal herbs, she needs to go back to the mountains, but she's currently in town, which would be very inconvenient if she were to continue making the ointment.
Old Wu said, "You're not serious? Why is it inconvenient? I need to meet with them so I can discuss the cooperation details."
Song Shiting: "Isn't this much medicine enough for you? She doesn't have time, so don't even think about it anymore."
Old Wu frowned and said, "What are you saying? Since you can make the medicine, then make more. Besides, with your clinical evidence, I think it's even better."
Song Shiting pursed his lips.
However, seeing that he seemed unwilling to talk about it anymore, Old Wu didn't press him further and said, "If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine. If you do, you can introduce me to him."
Song Shiting raised an eyebrow slightly.
Old Wu asked, "Did your family come with you when you were transferred here?"
Song Shiting nodded.
Old Wu said, "Let's invite your wife over for dinner tonight. I'll have her cook some of her best dishes."
Song Shiting seemed a little hesitant.
Old Wu asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Song Shiting had his own considerations.
They've just moved to town, so it's normal that things aren't convenient.
It would be a good thing if there were a place where they could have a comfortable meal in the evening.
But the question is, is Ruan Qingling willing to come out?
He said, "I didn't tell my family."
Old Wu: "I didn't say it was now. Aren't you going back? When you get back, bring this up. I don't have anyone else at home, so you don't need to worry about trouble after you go there."
As if worried that Song Shiting would refuse, he stood up immediately after speaking and said, "I'll put the medicine away first. This matter is settled then."
Song Shiting: "..."
Why was Old Wu even more worried than him? He couldn't go to eat.
When he returned, Ruan Qingling had already tidied up the house.
The yard has been cleaned.
Since she didn't bring the playpen chair, she followed the old custom and placed a cut-open rough bag on the ground, along with an old bed sheet, so her daughter could play on it.
Ruan Qingling went about her own business.
But upon seeing Song Shiting, Ruan Qingling said, "The food isn't ready yet."
The pots and pans were brought along.
We also brought rice, oil, and other necessities with us.
But at noon, all we can have is plain rice and eggs.
Song Shiting originally said he was going to eat out, but then he saw that Ruan Qingling had already cooked.
He said, "I'll go buy some cooked meat."
He left work early and didn't go back to get food.
Seeing Song Shiting turn and leave, Ya Ya reached out for a hug.
Song Shiting walked back, picked up his daughter, and went outside.
Ruan Qingling had already put the rice in a bowl.
When Song Shiting returned, he bought some braised eggs and some meat.
With the addition of the fried eggs made by Nguyen Thanh Ling, this was enough to make a simple meal.
During dinner, Song Shiting mentioned Lao Wu, saying that he would go to Lao Wu's house for dinner that night.
Ruan Qingling felt that since she had come to this town, she should have some connections here, otherwise it would be inconvenient if anything happened in the future. She asked, "Are you a friend of yours in this town?"
Song Shiting: "Yes!"
In that case, does that mean I have to gradually integrate into Song Shiting's circle?
Ruan Qingling agreed, then asked after a moment's thought, "Okay, let's go then. Do you need me to prepare any gifts?"
Song Shiting said, "When you go there, buy some food for her daughter."
Ruan Qingling asked, "How old is his daughter?"
Song Shiting: "Two years older than Ya Ya."
Ruan Qingling knew what was going on.
While eating, Song Shiting took out twenty-five yuan from his pocket and put it on the table, saying, "This is the money from selling your herbs. I'm taking it back for you."
Ruan Qingling's eyes lit up slightly. Twenty-five yuan was equivalent to a month's salary for someone at this time.
Making scar removal cream from herbs is a good idea, but will there be enough people to ask for it?
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