Song Lan smiled and said, "Alright, you two are siblings, don't bicker all the time, it will affect your relationship." After a slight pause, she added, "You just need to know what I just mentioned. Remember, no matter how your older brother tries to get information out of you, you must find a way to handle it and not mention it to him!"
"I see."
Qin Boyan nodded.
Qin Yaxin nodded in agreement.
"Alright, you guys get some rest. I'm going to check on Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu."
Song Lan got up from the chair and walked out of Qin Boyan's room.
Qin Yaxin didn't leave.
The footsteps outside the door disappeared, and she said, "Second brother, actually, if my sister-in-law hadn't specifically brought it up, I wouldn't have thought to bring it up in front of you."
“I feel the same way as you. However, the fact that my sister-in-law brought it up with us tonight shows that she really cares about my brother and is worried that we might accidentally mention the disgusting things her adoptive parents did while chatting with him.”
Qin Boyan frowned slightly: "You must remember what your sister-in-law said. If your brother asks you, you must think carefully before you speak."
"I know, I know, I don't want my brother to know about that family's ugly faces!"
Recalling the words Luo Yueqin, Song Ning, and Song Jiaojiao, mother and daughter, said to Song Lan demanding a divorce, Qin Yaxin couldn't help but feel indignant. She felt that Song Lan's adoptive parents were all snobbish and opportunistic, trying to sever ties with the Qin family now that their fortunes had declined...
As her thoughts drifted to this point, Qin Yaxin suddenly realized something and said, "Could those rumors be related to my sister-in-law's adoptive parents? Do they want my sister-in-law to divorce my brother so they can marry her off to the Qian family and get benefits from them?"
Qin Boyan: "Whether there is a relationship or not is not important. Don't share your guesses at home."
Qin Yaxin rolled her eyes: "Am I stupid? If I tell you, do you expect my brother to crawl back to the capital to settle scores with that family?" Before Qin Boyan could react, Qin Yaxin turned and went back to her room.
"You have a temper!"
Qin Boyan muttered something to himself, closed the door, and lay back down on the bed.
The following day at noon.
As Song Lan walked through the gate after get off work, Wu Dong was pushing Qin Yanzheng to the living room door. He saw the large net bag Song Lan was carrying and looked puzzled: "This is…"
"Sister Wang gave it to me."
Entering the living room, Song Lan placed the net bag on the coffee table and said, "It's a thank-you gift. When I got off work, Sister Wang insisted on putting it in my hand. I couldn't refuse it. She also gave me an extra hundred yuan, which made me really uncomfortable at the time."
Did Comrade Wang accept the money?
Wu Dong asked.
"No."
Song Lan shook her head and then said, "I specifically called him aside and said I didn't want the 150 yuan. As a result, Comrade Wang turned around and left, leaving behind the words, 'If Comrade Song doesn't want it, he can handle it himself.'"
Speaking of which, after Song Lan cured her headache, Sister Wang had been thinking about sending a thank-you gift, but because she had to work during the week, she didn't have time to go to the town's supply and marketing cooperative to buy things, so she could only wait until the weekend to ride her bicycle to town.
Although Sister Wang's headaches were not as severe as those of Wang Pujun's mother, they still tormented her for a long time. Similarly, Sister Wang went to the staff hospital to see a doctor for a check-up, but nothing was found. She could only relieve the pain with painkillers prescribed by the doctor.
After Song Lan took her pulse that day and administered acupuncture the following day, Sister Wang's headache disappeared immediately.
Song Lan didn't prescribe any medicine for Sister Wang because it wasn't necessary. When she was giving Sister Wang acupuncture, she combined gentle internal energy with her treatment, something that most traditional Chinese medicine doctors couldn't do.
After all, internal energy is not easy to cultivate, and it is even more difficult to apply when used in traditional Chinese medicine.
Therefore, in her opinion, it was necessary for Sister Wang to thank Song Lan. As a result, when Song Lan refused the thank-you gift and the 100-yuan red envelope she gave her, she deliberately put on a stern face and asked Song Lan if she thought it was too little.
Wu Dong: "I said yesterday that Comrade Wang would definitely not accept the money, but you didn't believe me at the time."
"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that I feel it's inappropriate to keep the money."
Song Lan explained with a smile.
"You've put in the effort and received the reward; you have a clear conscience!"
That's Qin Yanzheng's voice.
“Now I have no choice but to accept it, even if I don’t want to.” Song Lan said with some helplessness, “I just take your pulse, perform acupuncture, and prescribe medicine. In my opinion, this is just a small favor. I don’t need them to give me money or gifts of thanks.”
In her original world, she, her grandfather, and her fellow disciples from the Valley of Divine Healers never charged patients for consultations or acupuncture treatments when they went out to provide free medical services; they only charged for the cost of medicinal materials.
Unexpectedly, the people she treated here were so enthusiastic that they not only paid for the consultation but also gave her gifts as a token of their gratitude.
It seems... she'll have to get used to it gradually, otherwise, the people she healed might feel bad about it.
"Okay, I'll do as you say."
She truly has a clear conscience.
First of all, she didn't want the thank-you gift or the money.
Secondly, she tried to refuse, but the other party insisted on giving it to her. They even seemed worried that she wouldn't accept it, and their expression turned sour, as if they thought she thought it was too little.
This is absolutely a misunderstanding!
Gathering her thoughts, Song Lan put the malted milk powder, canned fruit, canned meat, and a bag of sugar from the mesh bag into the cupboard. She said to Qin Yanzheng and Wu Dong, "Let's have cold noodles for lunch today."
Qin Yanzheng: "I'm fine with anything."
Wu Dong gave the same answer.
"I'll steam your portion thinner." Song Lan said this to Qin Yanzheng.
Upon hearing this, Qin Yanzheng hummed in response.
The two little ones were brought home by Wu Dong and were blowing bubbles in the yard. Needless to say, their bubble solution was made by Wu Dong using laundry detergent.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, look how big the bubble I blew is!"
Holding a small glass bottle filled with laundry detergent in one hand and a thin bamboo tube in the other, Tuanzi Xiaowu dipped the bamboo tube in the detergent solution, then gently blew on the other end. Instantly, bubbles filled the air, shimmering in the sunlight with a dazzling array of colors.
"very beautiful!"
Song Lan praised her, and seeing the sweet and soft little girl staring at her expectantly after blowing a few bubbles, she immediately smiled and exclaimed, "Our little sixth is so amazing! The bubbles she blew are so big and beautiful!"
The little girl blushed immediately when praised.
"You all stay here and play in the yard, your sister-in-law will go and steam some cold noodles for us."
Millet porridge with cold noodles would definitely be a delicious combination.
Before going to work this morning, Song Lan soaked some red beans in a bowl. She planned to cook red bean and millet porridge for lunch and add a few dates. Perfect!
"Sister-in-law, I'm back!"
Qin Boyan rode his bike directly into the yard, and before he even got off, he shouted towards the kitchen door.
"Sister-in-law."
Qin Yaxin jumped off her bicycle at the gate of the courtyard. She walked into the courtyard and called out to Song Lan at the kitchen door, "Sister-in-law."
"You're back. Go wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon."
The cold noodles were already steamed, and Song Lan was cutting them on the cutting board. She turned to look at Qin Yaxin and said with a smile, "We'll have cold noodles with millet porridge for lunch."
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