Later, heartbroken, Song Qian sought help from her uncle and went to work at a textile factory in the city.
However, her mother died young, and after she left, her father remarried.
Therefore, the Bai sisters went to Songjia'ao with their mother.
Having figured out their relationship, Ruan Qingling was even less inclined to get involved.
She said, "My daughter is too young to eat all these candies. We've already bought the shoes, so we can't waste them. We'll return them."
Bai Luomei's gaze fell on the basket in Song Qian's hand.
She's so shameless. She was all high and mighty back then, but she just left in a fit of anger because Song Shiting got married?
What are you doing back now?!
Song Qian was very easy to talk to: "Is that so? Then I'll go back and exchange it for a larger size. I'll bring it back next time I come back. That way, the child can wear it when he's a little older. It's definitely impossible to return it now."
Ruan Qingling: "Okay, when you get a new account, I'll buy it for you no matter how much it costs. I can't let you spend so much money."
Song Qian smiled slightly: "I've been away from the village for too long, and I thought the child should be old enough to wear shoes."
Bai Luomei looked around; Song Shiting wasn't home.
She pulled Song Qian along, saying, "Sister, let's go home first."
Song Qian disliked Bai Luomei. When she came back this time, she felt like an outsider.
Her father had a stepmother and several daughters he had acquired without her consent, but he didn't care about her at all.
In the end, Song Qian was still pulled away by Bai Luomei.
Ruan Qingling carried Ya Ya back into the house.
He clicked his tongue in disapproval. "You just got home and haven't even settled in before you've run over here?"
Is the purpose to find Song Shiting?
It seems that Song Shiting is quite popular in this village!
Song Shiting didn't return until evening. He was carrying a bag on his shoulder.
Ruan Qingling picked up Ya Ya and exclaimed, "Wow! What did you buy?"
Seeing her curious gaze, Song Shiting said, "I took some ginseng, as well as goji berries and red dates."
Ruan Qingling opened it and took a look. There was a jar of ginseng, a packet of red dates, and a packet of goji berries.
There's also baby formula for my daughter!
How do I buy these?
Song Shiting pursed his lips before saying, "It can help nourish the body."
Ruan Qingling thought for a moment. This dull man, because she heard that he didn't eat any nourishing foods when she gave birth, was now in poor health, so he brought these things back for her.
Having transmigrated, she was originally alone and helpless, but the addition of a daughter made her feel somewhat attached. She never expected that there would be a dull man who would care about her.
Ruan Qingling suddenly laughed.
Like plum blossoms blooming in the first snow, fresh and charming.
Song Shiting stared blankly for a moment.
When Ruan Qingling looked over, he turned to wash his hands.
Ruan Qingling asked from behind, "How is your hand? It needs a dressing change."
Song Shiting replied, "It's already been taken care of."
As I spoke, I recalled what Old Wu had said earlier that day: "Old Song from your village is so skilled now, he sewed it so well for you?"
Song Shiting didn't say that Ruan Qingling sewed it for him.
So he checked again and found that the original Ruan Qingling had no medical skills at all.
Who exactly is Ruan Qingling, who suddenly changed her personality and became a completely different person?
Ruan Qingling put the milk powder away, so that Ya Ya wouldn't have to worry about not having anything to eat during this time.
When Song Shiting turned around, he saw her happily putting the things away and looking towards the stove.
Ruan Qingling said, "I was just about to cook."
Song Shiting said, "I'll do it."
Looking at her daughter in her arms, Ruan Qingling thought about it again. It wasn't that Song Shiting's cooking was bad, but rather that it was very ordinary. She decided to cook for herself instead. Although it would be busier, at least she would enjoy the meal more.
She said, "You haven't seen your daughter all day, spend some time with her."
This is also beneficial for fostering the father-daughter relationship.
Song Shiting didn't refuse; he did whatever Ruan Qingling arranged.
However, while holding Yaya, I looked at the mess of fabric, scissors, loose threads, and scraps of cloth on the table!
He paused for a moment.
Ruan Qingling took out the bones she had cooked yesterday, stir-fried some spicy cabbage, and scooped out the pork. She planned to continue eating braised pork that evening.
After she finished cooking, Song Shiting didn't come out to help. When she came to call the father and daughter to eat, she saw Song Shiting lighting a small kerosene lamp and actually sewing the pants she had only half-finished.
Ruan Qingling was stunned.
"You can sew clothes?"
Song Shiting looked up and glanced at Ruan Qingling.
That expression was saying that it was a very ordinary thing.
Ruan Qingling touched her nose, walked over, and took a look.
Song Shiting's stitches were more beautiful than her crooked and messy ones.
She suddenly laughed: "Yaya isn't afraid of not having pants to wear anymore, because Daddy can sew clothes."
He didn't think much of it at first, but when Ruan Qingling smiled, Song Shiting inexplicably felt his ears getting hot.
Ruan Qingling picked up her daughter and said, "It's time to eat."
Song Shiting tidied up the table and put everything into a round dustpan.
Ruan Qingling felt that this man was more particular than her; he knew how to tidy up after finishing his work.
After finishing their meal, Ruan Qingling played with Ya Ya on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Song Shiting took out the work he hadn't finished before eating and continued working on it.
Ruan Qingling watched him silently from behind.
Some men have a strong sense of male chauvinism, which has led to many misconceptions: a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, women should stay at home to wash clothes and take care of children, and women should be good at needlework.
Otherwise, needlework would be called "women's needlework," not "men's needlework."
There was a pair of eyes watching him from behind, which made Song Shiting feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
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