He Tingchuan said the mission would take two or three months, but by the time Yun Jin received his call, four months had already passed.
It's snowing in Beijing.
Little Rice Cake is almost six years old.
Yun Jin asked, "Will Nian Gao come back for his birthday?"
He Tingchuan said, "Come back."
Yun Jin was overjoyed: "Okay, we'll pick you up at the train station."
“Okay!” He Tingchuan did not refuse.
Knowing that He Tingchuan was coming back, Xiao Niangao happily pulled on Xiao Doubao's front legs and spun around with it.
The little bean bun grinned and laughed heartily, and loved playing with the little rice cake.
Although He's parents didn't say it, they were still happy.
Mrs. He bought a lot of pork ribs, lamb chops, and other meats. The seafood was a perk sent by the logistics department, and Mrs. He saved it to eat when He Tingchuan came back.
Seeing that the shrimp looked fresh, I made shrimp in tomato sauce, spicy shrimp, and shrimp and egg for Yun Jin, all of which are her and her daughter's favorite dishes.
On the day He Tingchuan returned, Yun Jin and Xiao Niangao, along with Doubao, originally wanted to invite He's mother, but He's mother said, "You can go pick him up. I'll stay home and cook. Ximei and the others will come back for dinner."
Yun Jin then drove away.
When He Tingchuan came out, his movements were a little strange, and he looked like he was injured. Yun Jin saw that he had lost a lot of weight and gotten much darker, and she felt very sorry for him.
Little Niangao noticed it too. This time, instead of rushing over for a hug, she stood in front of her father, her eyes filled with tears: "Daddy, are you hurt?"
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious!" He Tingchuan tried his best to ignore the wound, but the pain still made him show it: "You noticed?"
Little Rice Cake gently hugged her father: "Um, Daddy, does it hurt?"
“If Nian Gao feels sorry for you, then Daddy won’t feel sorry for you.” He Tingchuan patted his daughter’s head, looked at her teary eyes, and wiped away her tears with a clean handkerchief: “Don’t cry, if you cry, Mommy will cry too!”
Little Rice Cake couldn't hold back and burst into tears, wailing, "Daddy, waaaah!"
She didn't want to either, but the more she was told not to cry, the more tears she shed. Waaah!
He Tingchuan: "..."
Yun Jin walked over and took He Tingchuan's luggage bag: "Is it serious?"
He Tingchuan nodded.
Yun Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Let's go home. People who don't know better might think we're bullying a child!"
"Give your daughter a good talking to!" Yun Jin handed the little rice cake to He Tingchuan.
The little dumpling was petted and its fur was stroked, so it obediently followed.
The car is outside. It's very cold in Beijing, around zero degrees Celsius right now. It will get even colder below zero in a while.
Once in the car, Yun Jin noticed that the person was having some difficulty fastening their seatbelt, so she helped them and asked, "Where are you hurt?"
He Tingchuan pointed to his side: "I was hit by a gun, but luckily it didn't hit any vital organs."
"Is your kidney alright?" Yun Jin raised an eyebrow.
He Tingchuan's ears burned, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "The doctor said I need to rest for ten days to half a month. If my wife wants, my kidneys should be fine!"
"Get lost. I'm just reminding you to take good care of yourself." Yun Jin laughed and scolded, the fact that she could still joke proved that she was alright.
The couple, one laughing and the other scolding, created a lively atmosphere. Little Niangao no longer needed to feel sorry for her father; she was certain that her father wouldn't die.
A child and a dog sat in the back, listening to her parents talk. Little Rice Cake wiped away her tears and occasionally chimed in. Time passed quickly, and they soon arrived at the compound.
The people in the compound knew she had returned when they saw Yun Jin's car.
When Mrs. He heard the engine, she came out to greet them.
Looking at her thin, weak, and haggard son, Mrs. He's expression changed: "Injured?"
He Tingchuan nodded: "It's a minor injury. The higher-ups have allowed me to come back and recuperate. I'll be able to stay home for about a month this time."
Mrs. He was happy but couldn't help feeling sorry for him: "How did you get hurt? I told you to be careful."
He Tingchuan smiled but offered no explanation.
On the battlefield, no amount of caution will help; bullets don't have eyes.
After He Tingchuan had rested for a while, his father asked him to go to the study. The father and son had something to talk about, and Yun Jin and Xiao Niangao didn't disturb them. They soaked the dirty clothes he had brought back in warm water before washing them in the washing machine.
The diligent Mrs. He washed He Tingchuan's clothes without hesitation. That's how mothers are; they endure hardship without complaint and love their children endlessly.
After the father and son finished talking, Yun Jin asked He Tingchuan to sit in the living room. She said the house was heated and it wouldn't be cold, and told him to pull up his shirt so she could check his wound.
He Tingchuan obediently did as instructed. Perhaps because he had been walking for too long, his wound started to bleed a little. Yun Jin frowned and asked, "Did you bring any medicine?"
He Tingchuan shook his head: "No need to apply medicine."
"How can we not use medicine?" Yun Jin took out iodine and found a cotton swab. After dipping it in iodine, she cleaned the area around the wound. Looking at the wound, which made her frown, even though it had been stitched up and the rotten flesh had been removed, the wound was still shocking.
Little Rice Cake covered her eyes to take a look.
Little Bean Bun rested its chin on He Tingchuan's leg, sniffed, smelled the blood, and was about to lick the wound, as if it had been injured itself and thought that licking the wound clean would make it heal.
Little Rice Cake quickly grabbed the dog's mouth: "No, your saliva is poisonous. What if Daddy has an allergic reaction?"
Little Bean Bun was so upset, sob sob.
Little Rice Cake coaxed, "Alright, alright, don't be upset. I was just teasing you. Be a good boy, Bean Bun!"
Doubao then wagged its tail and grinned happily.
This time, however, the little bean bun didn't go over to lick the wound. Instead, it made the same expression as the little rice cake: frowning, baring its teeth, and inhaling.
Looking at the mother and her two daughters who were guarding him, He Tingchuan felt that being injured a little was nothing; this kind of treatment wasn't something he received often.
When Mrs. He came out and looked at the wound, she was too frightened to look.
Mr. He thought they were making a fuss over nothing, and couldn't help but boast about how lucky he was when he was young. He said he was shot several times and thought he was going to die, but he survived and even had a son named He Tingchuan.
He Tingchuan: "......."
Thank you!
After treating the wound, bandaging it, and wrapping the gauze around her waist, Yun Jin warned He Tingchuan, "If you bleed again, you'll have to go to the hospital. Take care of your own body. Don't make me say it a second time."
He Tingchuan listened to his wife and didn't wander around, otherwise he would have to be sent to the hospital and wouldn't be able to recover at home.
He Tingchuan hates hospitals.
That evening, He Ximei's family came over. They knew He Tingchuan was injured. If they hadn't known he was not someone to mess with, both of her nephews would have wanted to check on the wound. But they were so scared by a single look from He Tingchuan that they didn't dare to utter a word.
Their arrival made the house much livelier.
Knowing that He Tingchuan was going to stay home to recover from his injury, He Ximei said that she would come over to visit more often and freeload off him.
Mrs. He said irritably, "Can't you take care of your own daughter? What kind of good daughter stays at her parents' house every day after she gets married?"
He Ximei said aggrievedly, "Does Mom no longer want her daughter now that she has a daughter-in-law?"
"A daughter like you who takes advantage of others is better off without!" Mrs. He joked.
He Ximei didn't take it seriously. She took a portion of all the meatballs, radish balls, and fish balls that her mother had fried. That would be enough for several meals.
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