Both of them fell silent, calmed themselves down, and went into the ward.
"Tian, don't be too sad. Congcong still needs you. You can't collapse." Aunt Wu said.
"Yes, Sister Tian, Congcong is a lucky person, and your Haoyuan will protect him too. You must take good care of yourself." Aunt Zhao said.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. I've been through so much over the years, I can handle it," Aunt Tian said in a hoarse voice.
These words were heartbreaking. Having spent a long time in the compound, Buling also knew a little about Aunt Tian's affairs.
Orphaned at a young age, she begged her way here. Finally settling down, she found a man and thought she could live a peaceful life. But then he was involved in an accident while saving factory machinery, leaving her and her son to rely on each other. She struggled to raise him, but her son insisted on joining the army. When he returned, all that remained was a cold, lifeless portrait.
Now, her grandson is Grandma Tian's lifeblood, but even her lifeblood is frail and sickly. One can only imagine how strong Grandma Tian must be to say such a thing.
With just one sentence, everyone was speechless. Noticing the silence among the three, Aunt Tian smiled and said, "I'm really fine. You can all go back. I'll be fine on my own. Don't keep you from doing your business."
Aunt Zhao was heartbroken: "Xiao Bu and Sister Wu, go back. I'll stay here. I'm just idle at home anyway, and I can keep you company if anything happens."
Aunt Wu also said, "Yes, yes, Xiao Bu, go back. You still have to go to work. We'll stay here."
Buling didn't refuse. The two older women were definitely more experienced than her. She left the lunchbox, explained where it came from and the procedures, then went downstairs, retrieved her bicycle from the front desk, and pushed it towards the state-run restaurant.
When she arrived at the restaurant, it was already full. She pushed her bicycle to the backyard and said to Wu Yuanyuan, "Yuanyuan, let me take over. You can go back now."
After finishing with a guest, Wu Yuanyuan saw Bu Ling and quickly asked, "Is Congcong alright?"
When another customer came to order, Bu Ling immediately said, "I'll tell you later. Go help out in the kitchen."
Judging from Bu Ling's expression, Wu Yuanyuan knew things might not be going well. After a moment of silence, she turned and went back to the kitchen; now was not the time for conversation.
Bling got busy
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