Buling didn't object. She stood up, made herself a cup of milk powder, and then sat on the stool, lost in thought, holding the cup.
"Lingling? Lingling?"
Bu Ling snapped back to reality and looked up at Sang Shen: "What's wrong?"
Sangshen looked at her with concern: "Lingling, what's wrong? I called you so many times and you didn't answer?"
Bling shook his head: "It's nothing, I was just spacing out."
Sangshen was clearly skeptical, but seeing that Buling didn't seem inclined to elaborate, she didn't press the matter. "It's time to soak your feet."
Bling gathered her thoughts, smiled, and nodded: "Okay."
While washing her feet, Buling looked at the boy who was carefully washing her feet while squatting in front of her, and the depression in her heart suddenly faded a little.
She's just an ordinary person; she can't change the world, she can only take care of her own little corner of the world.
“Sangshen, let’s tidy up the yard and move to the county hospital area, shall we?” Buling suddenly said.
Mulberry looked up and smiled brightly: "Okay."
"How about we invite my brother over for Chinese New Year this year? He's lonely all by himself, and the house near the county hospital is big enough for him anyway."
“Okay, whatever you say.” Sangshen had no objection and then added, “It’s okay, if our house isn’t big enough, there’s Xie Dong’s house.”
Bu Ling: "That's true, and there's Xie Dong too!"
Perhaps because they had lived together for a long time, Bu Ling was also influenced by Sang Shen's attitude and naturally became less polite to Xie Dong.
After soaking their feet, it was getting late. Sangshen pulled Buling onto the kang (a heated brick bed). Half asleep, he asked groggily, "Lingling, when does your restaurant close for holidays this year?"
"I don't know, maybe it'll be the same as last year!" Buling muttered as she turned over, snuggled into Sangshen's arms, found a comfortable position, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
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