Zhou Sui's gaze was so intense that Song Qi'an followed her gaze.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury."
Li Qiuju heard the sound and looked over, "Wow, such a large area!"
She thought it was just a bruise or something, but judging from the appearance, it looks like the entire outer side of her arm is covered.
But seeing Song Qi'an's calm and composed demeanor, Zhou Sui secretly admired him. He was indeed a soldier; his patience was extraordinary.
As they were talking, Zhao Wenxiu walked in from outside. This was the first time Zhou Sui had seen her since her divorce, and she looked thinner than the last time.
They were very happy to see Zhou Sui, Li Qiuju, and Zhao Wenxiu, and they were even more delighted to hear that Zhou Sui had made honey pomelo tea.
With envy in her voice, she said to Zhao Qiuju, "Girls are so kind; they make such thoughtful things."
"Unlike my Qi'an, who said he wanted to learn how to make braised pork, you wouldn't believe it, I've never even had sour braised pork before~~"
Zhao Wenxiu was speaking enthusiastically when she suddenly heard a cough. Turning around, she saw her son giving her an uneasy look.
Zhou Sui, standing to the side, was dumbfounded. Song Qi'an making braised pork? The scene just didn't seem right.
Seeing her son's expression, Zhao Wenxiu glanced at Zhou Sui again and immediately realized what was going on.
"Qiuju, it's been so long since we last met. It's a good opportunity for us old sisters to come and have a chat."
“Come on, let’s go upstairs. Let the children play downstairs. I made a dress, but I don’t feel it’s very good. You have good needlework skills, so please give me some pointers.”
Zhao Qiuju also wanted to talk to Zhao Wenxiu. She glanced at her daughter, worried that her daughter would be bored by herself.
Zhou Sui nodded to her, and the two walked upstairs hand in hand.
Song Qi'an clearly saw his elderly mother wink at him as she left, but he pretended not to notice.
Only Song Qi'an and Zhou Sui remained in the living room downstairs; Old Master Zhao had already taken Zhao Xinfeng to the fields.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment. Zhou Sui secretly glanced at Song Qi'an, and their eyes met.
The latter did not back down, but Zhou Sui was the first to look away, as if she had been caught peeking.
The air cracked, but what lingered was awkwardness.
To ease the awkwardness, Zhou Sui was wondering if she should say something when Song Qi'an spoke first.
"Sui Sui, your prediction was pretty accurate last time." She was referring to the danger Song Qi'an would encounter.
"Hehe, it's nothing special." Zhou Sui chuckled dryly. She had no fortune-telling skills whatsoever; it was just a random excuse.
"Please do another divination for me, so I can see when I will encounter danger again and take precautions."
Song Qi'an raised the corners of his eyes slightly as he looked at Zhou Sui.
"How could she know how to do that?" Zhou Sui cracked her knuckles and rolled her eyes. "Actually, I was lying to you. I can't do math."
We can't keep lying about this anymore, or we'll be exposed sooner or later.
"If someone can't calculate, yet they can still make such accurate predictions, wouldn't they be incredible if they could calculate?"
"If you can't calculate it, how do you know?" This was what puzzled Song Qi'an the most.
Zhou Sui's lips curled into a mysterious smile. "I have the third eye; I can see into the future."
Song Qi'an was taken aback at first, then he actually laughed out loud. The lighthearted smile softened the resolute lines on his face.
"Fine, don't believe me then." Zhou Sui pouted. She said this on purpose because this kind of thing was too outrageous, and basically no one would believe it.
Song Qi'an quickly suppressed his smile, because this little incident eased the tension between the two of them.
"Anyway, thank you." Song Qi'an said sincerely to Zhou Sui, otherwise his injuries would have been even more serious.
Zhou Sui took the opportunity to ask about the details. It turned out that those people wanted to lure him to a designated place, where they had already hidden sticks and clubs, planning to beat Song Qi'an up and then take away his valuables.
This way, you can vent your anger and also get some benefits.
"These people are really despicable. Aren't they afraid of being exposed?" Zhou Sui was furious after hearing this. Four people beating up one person, and they even used sticks. What kind of hatred and grudge is this?
Song Qi'an shook his head, "Those four are used to throwing their weight around, thinking they can scare me like this."
Now that these four people have been arrested by the police, Song Qi'an certainly won't let them off so easily. He has already ordered his men to find out what these people have done wrong. Anyway, they're going to jail anyway, so let them serve a few more years.
"Then going home to recover from your injury won't affect your work, right?" Zhou Sui only knew that he was a house builder, but she didn't expect him to be the head of a construction team.
The place they are building now is the town's first commercial housing project, covering a large area, and naturally there are many workers of all ages doing the work.
"It's alright, my assistant is watching. If my mother hadn't forced me to stay home to recuperate, I would have gone back to town today."
This injury might be shocking to others, but for Song Qi'an, who had served in the military, it was nothing.
But he will still accept the concern from his family.
Zhou Sui bit her lower lip, looking like she had something to say but dared not say it.
Seeing her awkward expression, Song Qi'an asked with concern, "Is something wrong?"
"It's just a small matter," Zhou Sui nodded sheepishly. "How do the workers on your construction site usually eat?"
"Some bring their own lunch, while others buy food outside."
"So you don't have a canteen at your construction site, right?" Song Wanyi's eyes lit up after hearing him, and two small dimples appeared on her lips.
Under such intense gaze, Song Qi'an's heartbeat slowed for a moment. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes fell silently onto the table.
"No."
Those two simple words ignited a spark in Zhou Sui's heart: "Then the food you eat here is really terrible. It's cold now, and the food you bring is cold and hard. It's not good for your stomach."
Song Qi'an thought to himself, "Why are you suddenly asking this? Are you just showing concern?"
When those two words popped into Song Qi'an's mind, he was initially incredulous, but then a warm feeling washed over him.
"That's true. In winter, the temperature is low, and even if you scald the rice with hot water, it won't get warm."
As Song Qi'an spoke, he wondered what Zhou Sui would say next.
Should we have him eat at the restaurant from now on? Or...?
The latter idea was a bit unrealistic, and he wasn't too keen on it.
“Song Qi’an,” Zhou Sui suddenly said in a serious voice.
Hmm? If given the choice, he'd prefer to eat at the restaurant.
“Let’s cooperate!” Zhou Suiwan looked at Song Qi’an with her clear white eyes, a hint of expectation on her face.
Song Qi'an didn't realize what was going on. What cooperation? Wasn't Zhou Sui just concerned about how eating cold food in winter was bad for his health?
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