Yun Qiao noticed the change in Feng Juan's expression and felt a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions.
Feng Juan and Qin Lin were not a particularly loving couple. They were eighteen years apart in age, and there was a huge gap between their thoughts and ideas. In addition, Feng Juan had been "crazy" for many years, and the two lacked communication and interaction, so naturally there was no resonance of soul.
Of course, there is no thought of divorce.
In this day and age, love is something that people are ashamed to talk about. Many couples spend their entire lives together, even if they grow old together and die together, but there is no love left.
The couple may occasionally have some minor friction, but it usually does not affect the family atmosphere.
Moreover, there were some things that Feng Juan could not say in front of her daughter-in-law Yan Jingwan, so Yun Qiao did not ask anything. He nodded calmly and led the children to the bathroom one by one to wash their hands and prepare for dinner.
On the dining table, the aroma of braised chicken fills the air.
The newly hired nanny was very attentive and took care of the children's taste buds. She divided the stewed chicken into two portions, first serving one portion to the children, and finally adding chili peppers for the adults.
In addition to braised chicken nuggets, Aunt Jiang also made scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts, stir-fried bacon with mushrooms, a winter melon and lean meatball soup, and steamed sweet rice that all the kids love.
Yun Qiao helped bring out the food and put it on the table, and Yan Jingwan also helped to set the dishes and chopsticks.
The children pulled up their stools and sat at the table, clamoring for what dishes they wanted to eat.
Yun Qiao looked at the heartwarming scene in front of him, feeling warm in his heart, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up slightly.
At this moment, she felt that all her fatigue had disappeared, and the loneliness in school had no effect on her.
After dinner, the children left the table and ran outside to play.
There was no safety issue in the compound, so Yun Qiao did not stop them. He just reminded them not to play too long and to come back early.
Afterwards, Yun Qiao and Yan Jingwan helped to clear the used dishes from the table to the kitchen. She originally wanted to help wash the dishes, but was pushed out by Feng Juan on the grounds that the kitchen was too small and there was no room for three people.
So she washed two apples and gave one to Yan Jingwan.
The two of them sat down on the sofa in the living room and started talking about their respective school affairs.
Yun Qiao took a bite of the apple and asked with a smile, "Sister-in-law, how is the course schedule at your Finance and Trade College? Is it too much?"
Yan Jingwan sighed: "Don't mention it. My classes are packed every day, from morning to night. I don't have any free time at all."
Yun Qiao's eyes widened in surprise. "Is that so? School has only been open for a week, and your finance and trade classes are already becoming more difficult? Aren't you worried that the students won't be able to keep up?"
Yan Jingwan gave a wry smile. "The teacher said that this is the teaching pace of finance and trade, and we need to adapt to it. Otherwise, if we foster a lazy learning atmosphere from the beginning, it will be difficult to change it later."
"That's true, teacher, you're right." Yun Qiao smiled and said, "The lazier a person is, the less motivated they are."
Yan Jingwan sighed again. "I understand the school's good intentions, but the teacher speaks too fast in class. It's hard to concentrate. Some of the material is difficult to understand, and even if you listen carefully, you won't be able to grasp it just by listening to it once in class. I have to review and consolidate my knowledge in the dormitory at night, and I study until lights out every day."
As she spoke, she pointed to the dark circles under her eyes and said, "Look, it's only been a week and I feel like my dark circles have gotten much heavier."
Yun Qiao took a serious look and nodded: "It seems to be a little heavier."
She thought for a moment and said, "How about I make you some eye cream and you apply it?"
"Do you have dark circles under your eyes?" Yan Jingwan asked.
Yun Qiao nodded. "Dark circles are essentially blood stasis under the eyes. I'll give you something that can invigorate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and add something that can whiten your skin and promote skin metabolism. It should be able to help."
"Okay, then you can adjust it for me." Yan Jingwan said, "After all, I'm getting older. Even natural beauty can't withstand the traces of time. When I was young, I stayed up late every day to practice dancing, but I didn't have any dark circles."
"Don't give me that." Yun Qiao glared at her. "There's no trace of time on your face. You're still so beautiful."
Yan Jingwan touched her face and asked with a smile, "Really?"
"Of course it's true. Would I lie to you?" Yun Qiao said, "Anyway, I didn't see it."
Yan Jingwan became happy and said, "There are two girls in our dormitory who are only seventeen or eighteen years old. Every time I stand with them, I feel old."
"No, you think too much." Yun Qiao hugged her arm and said, "As long as we have a young mindset, we can also say we are eighteen years old."
Yan Jingwan was amused by Yun Qiao and said, "You're over thirty years old, and you say you're eighteen. Who would believe you?"
"Of course." Yun Qiao said seriously, "You look like you're eighteen, not even a year older."
Although she knew Yunqiao was coaxing her, Yan Jingwan was still coaxed into smiling with the corners of her mouth raised and unable to close her mouth.
Who doesn't like to hear sweet words?
After laughing for a while, Yan Jing asked Yun Qiao in a roundabout way, "What about you? You're studying medicine, so the courses shouldn't be easy, right?"
"It's definitely not easy." Yun Qiao nodded. "I used to think that Chinese medicine was just about learning about traditional Chinese medicine, getting familiar with the medicinal properties of various Chinese medicinal herbs, learning how to use them to treat illnesses, and things like acupuncture points, meridians, and moxibustion. But I didn't expect the curriculum would also include some Western medicine-related elements, especially anatomy classes. I never thought that we, who study Chinese medicine, would have to take anatomy classes."
Yan Jingwan was also surprised when she heard this: "Anatomy class?! That's really surprising. I thought only subjects like surgery and orthopedics, which require prescriptions, required this. I didn't expect that you students of traditional Chinese medicine would also have this."
Yun Qiao said, "Yeah, I used to think so too. So I have no basic knowledge at all. Just remembering the names of all those bones and muscles is giving me a headache."
In her previous life, she attended a technical secondary school during the most chaotic period. Many professional teachers in the school were labeled as "stinking ninths" and sent to local areas. The teachers who taught in the remaining schools were all very good. As for personal abilities... that depends on personal opinion.
At that time, the various courses in school were arranged very loosely. I didn't think there was anything wrong at the time. But now that I'm in a real university and have the university schedule, and then think about my previous technical secondary school experience, it's simply no different from playing house in kindergarten, just like a joke.
No wonder the clinic she worked in later only recruited medical students from regular universities.
Compared with serious college students, these technical secondary school students who graduated during the Mao Movement are indeed fakes.
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