Xu Ruantang turned to look at the little boy standing beside her, then looked up at the man holding the child.
this……
It's not hard to guess: a blended family.
“Okay, I’ll go take a look.” The woman smiled at Xu Ruantang and followed her into the kitchen.
She was very satisfied after looking at it, and then walked to the kitchen door and said to the man, "Honey, why don't you bring Shanshan over and take a look? This is her birthday cake, so of course she can decide whether it's good or not."
Xu Ruantang looked out and saw the man bending down to talk to the little boy. After being interrupted by the woman, he walked over carrying the little girl named Shanshan.
The little boy stood still, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, but in the end he didn't say anything.
But those blue eyes were already brimming with tears.
While not a 100% accurate recreation, Xu Ruantang's hand-drawing skills are not yet comparable to those of comic book artists, but they are about 80% similar.
Soon a bunch of people came down from upstairs and swarmed around to look at the cake.
Among these people were parents with children. The kids were mischievous and tried to poke him, but Qiu Liang stopped them in time.
The middle-aged man with the unruly child glared at Qiu Liang unhappily and said to the hostess, "Now that the cake is ready, let them leave. We're about to start eating."
The hostess wanted the driver to take Xu Ruantang and Qiu Liang back, but the middle-aged man who had just spoken spoke up again: "Weiwei, Yuanliang works hard outside, and car gas is so expensive."
As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at Xu Ruantang and Qiu Liang, "You should think more about him. He's your husband, your own person. Don't be nice to everyone else all the time."
Even your own parents don't get this kind of treatment. Here, take this money and please take the bus home yourselves.
The man handed over two cents.
Xu Ruantang felt that it was fine if they didn't deliver the product after charging ten yuan for the home service, but this sarcastic attitude made her very uncomfortable.
She didn't reach out, but smiled at the woman named Weiwei and said, "We can go back by ourselves, no need for money. Happy birthday to your child."
"Thank you, I'll see you out." The woman was a little embarrassed and didn't even glance at the middle-aged man before seeing them out.
After a brief farewell, the two prepared to leave.
He used up the stuff he brought, and there wasn't much left; Qiu Liang could carry it with one hand.
I had only taken two steps when I heard hurried footsteps behind me. "Excuse me, could you wait a moment?"
Xu Ruantang turned around and saw that it was the little boy's father, the man who had thanked her at the hospital, knew Xu Hanli, and spoke fluent English.
"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?" she asked politely.
The man patted his pocket with one hand, then turned and handed his daughter to his wife, who was standing beside him. "Weiwei, do you remember when we first returned to China in Hecheng, and Molin almost got lost in the hospital?"
A strange glint flashed in Weiwei's eyes, but she nodded calmly. "Yes, what's wrong, honey?"
"It was this lady who took Mo Lin to the security office, otherwise he would have gotten lost." The man walked towards Xu Ruantang, extended his hand and said, "Hello, comrade. I was in such a hurry that time that I didn't get a chance to thank you properly. My name is Huan Yuanliang, thank you so much."
Xu Ruantang originally thought he didn't recognize her and didn't intend to say anything.
But now that the other party has taken the initiative to bring it up, she reached out and gently shook hands, then released them and said, "It's nothing, Mr. Huan, you don't need to take it to heart."
Little Molin ran out, walked to Huan Yuanliang's side, and grabbed his trouser leg, "Dad, sister."
Huan Yuanliang smiled and patted his head. "Yes, she's the sister who helped you."
Huan Yuanliang said to Xu Ruantang, "Actually, Mo Lin was born abroad. When you met him last time, he couldn't speak a word of Chinese. He's only learned a little bit now."
Because of Mo Lin, Huan Yuanliang insisted on personally driving Xu Ruantang and Qiu Liang back.
Xu Ruantang couldn't even refuse outright.
Tang Weiwei's expression was a little unpleasant. She walked over with the child in her arms. "Honey, dinner will be served soon. Shanshan's birthday candles are waiting for you to blow them out together."
As she spoke, little Morin lowered his head, gripping his father's trouser leg tightly with one hand.
Huan Yuanliang explained softly, "You take Mom and Dad to eat first. We'll cut the cake when I get back. I'll be back in about an hour, so there's no rush."
Xu Ruantang waved her hand, "Mr. Huan, really, no need. Goodbye."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and left.
Qiu Liang glanced at Huan Yuanliang and quickly followed. He was tall and had long legs, so he overtook Xu Ruantang in just a few steps.
Now, Xu Ruantang had to jog to keep up with him...
"Brother Qiu, can you at least look at me when you're walking?" Xu Ruantang caught up with him, panting.
Qiu Liang turned his head, his face still dark: "What are you looking at?"
"Let's see if I'm still alive. You have long legs and I have short legs. If we keep walking like this, I'll kick the bucket."
Xu Ruantang was truly speechless at this kind of incredibly straight man, and she didn't know how Sister Juan had put up with him before.
Unlike Chen Ji, who had longer legs, he didn't make her chase after him every day.
Qiu Liang scratched his head. "I understand."
He said that, but a moment later he was walking like a rocket, his legs moving as if they were powered by a motor.
The two returned to the store, and Xu Ruantang immediately slumped into a chair in a relaxed, reclining posture.
Sister Juan wheeled over and placed a bowl of chilled mung bean soup in front of her.
Xu Ruantang smiled weakly and complained to her, "Sister Juan, Brother Qiu Liang has no heart."
Sister Juan chuckled and replied in a serious tone, "A person without a heart will die."
"You have no idea how fast he walked; I couldn't keep up even when I was jogging. If I told him something, he would slow down for two or three seconds, and then he would be flying again in no time."
"It's truly remarkable that Qiu Liang managed to marry a wife like you. I think he's very capable."
Xu Ruantang gave a thumbs up.
This kind of man is not sweet-talking, not fair-skinned, a man of few words, a straightforward guy, and the type who works hard but silently.
Sister Juan also said that he was unruly when he was young, so why doesn't she believe him? Sister Juan must be putting a filter on him.
A man's charm comes from a woman's imagination.
In later generations, someone like Qiu Liang would probably live a life of constant worry and anxiety.
Sister Juan handed the mung bean soup on the table to Xu Ruantang. "He started walking very fast after my accident. He always felt that it was inconvenient for me to be home alone, so he was always in a hurry to get home."
Xu Ruantang pursed her lips and looked down at the mung bean soup in the bowl.
Sister Juan was paralyzed after childbirth. She only mentioned it briefly and didn't tell the details.
This was, after all, a wound in someone else's heart, and Xu Ruantang never inquired about it in detail.
She looked up at Sister Juan, smiled, and said, "Sister Juan, don't be afraid. When we make a lot of money, we'll take you to a big hospital for a checkup. Medical technology is getting more and more advanced now. Maybe when we go there, we'll find out that you're cured!"
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