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Early the next morning.

Ruan Tinghe was awakened by the noisy commotion.

Downstairs, Grandma Qin was directing Yin Ze and Yin Quan to carry the large table out and place it in the yard.

Grandma Qin placed the hot pot on the table, which only took up a tiny bit of space.

"Oh dear, the hot pot is a bit small. There are so many of us, and one chopstick per person isn't enough."

Grandma Qin gestured with the hot pot, becoming increasingly dissatisfied with it.

Ruan Tinghe waved downstairs, "Grandma Qin, how about we go pick up another one? We can make one soup with plain broth and the other with spicy broth."

Grandma Qin slapped her forehead. "Why didn't I think of that! All of you younger ones can handle spicy food, so making some spicy hot pot would be great!"

"I'll go find someone to borrow one right now. You two, don't just sit there. Wipe the table clean, and take out the charcoal to dry in the sun. If it's damp, it won't burn well and will produce more smoke!"

"Hehe, you take the children to wash up first. There are noodles cooking in the pot. You can eat whenever you want."

Ruan Tinghe smiled and agreed, "Okay!"

Yin Quan was speechless: "Grandma, I'm your real grandson!"

"Tch! Who told you not to be a girl! I only like girls! Seeing you bunch of brats makes me anxious!"

Grandma Qin muttered something and was about to go out to borrow a hot pot when Shen Yan quickly called her back.

"Grandma, you don't need to borrow from anyone, I have some at home."

"That's great!" Grandma Qin said, remembering the incident. "Then hurry up and get some more charcoal! Without me here, no one in this family will be collecting charcoal!"

When we cook at home, we use tongs to pick out the red-hot coals from the stove, put them in a jar, and then cover it to cut off the airflow.

The red charcoal in the jar will slowly go out, leaving behind black charcoal.

When the weather gets cold, you can use it to cook hot pot or to warm your hands.

However, Grandma Qin doesn't live here, and no one in the family collects charcoal. There are only some old charcoal and some that Grandma Qin collected after she came back.

That's definitely not enough.

After Ruan Tinghe helped the child wash up, Yin Quan had already set off for the hospital.

Shen Yan went back to get the hot pot and never returned.

Ruan Tinghe then took her child to eat braised noodles.

The noodles are springy and fragrant with scallions, making them very appetizing.

Ruan Tinghe ate two small bowls by herself, and the children each ate a bowl until their bellies were round.

After breakfast, Ruan Tinghe worried that she wouldn't know how to care for the orchids and peonies, so she decided to take Xiaobao to see a traditional Chinese medicine doctor today.

She went directly to Li Liang, and Li Liang drove over without saying a word.

They even helped move the flowers to the back seat.

"Comrade Li Liang, thank you so much. I've been troubling you with all this." Ruan Tinghe was a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing! You're my sister-in-law..."

Li Liang abruptly slammed on the brakes halfway through his sentence!

Ruan Tinghe asked in confusion, "What?"

"Uh," Li Liang scratched his head awkwardly, "I meant you were specifically instructed by my brother Shen to be taken good care of!"

"If Comrade Ruan really wants to express his gratitude, then thank Brother Shen."

Don't thank me! I'm afraid Brother Shen will make me do hundreds or thousands more push-ups!

His arm is still sore!

Li Liang inwardly grumbled.

Ruan Tinghe smiled and said, "You're all such kind people! Thank you all! How about you come and have hot pot with us tonight?"

Li Liang couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw the large table in the middle of the courtyard and the hot pot on it.

He hadn't had hot pot in a long time!

It's getting chilly, how refreshing would it be to have a bite!

"Then I won't be polite!" Li Liang thought to himself, "Brother Shen wouldn't punish me just for a bite to eat, would he?"

"Okay, it's settled then!"

Ruan Tinghe was thinking that there were still several packs of hot pot meatballs in the refrigerator in her space, and she would take them out and eat them together later.

Just as she was thinking about the ingredients, Grandma Qin stuffed a stack of grain coupons and money into Ruan Tinghe's hands.

"Here you go, since you're driving out, you can buy some extra groceries at the state-run market outside! We can have hot pot for dinner tonight!"

Ruan Tinghe didn't stand on ceremony with Grandma Qin; she couldn't afford to have so many people having hot pot together by herself.

Of course, she wouldn't let Grandma Qin pay for the money and the ticket alone.

After handing Da Bao and Er Bao over to Grandma Qin, Ruan Tinghe took Xiao Bao and got into the car.

I just stepped out the door, and haven't even reached the entrance of the residential compound yet.

Shen Yan stopped them.

Shen Yan waved to Li Liang, who got out of the car looking completely bewildered.

The next second, Shen Yan got into the driver's seat and drove away.

Li Liang was dumbfounded and chased after the car, shouting, "Brother? I haven't gotten in the car yet!"

Shen Yan: "You don't need to go. Just stay home and help out."

Looking at his left hand, which he used to drive so skillfully, Ruan Tinghe asked, "Can you even eat with that hand?"

Shen Yan said without any guilt, "I can't use chopsticks with my left hand."

"Where's the spoon?"

Shen Yan: "It's useless!"

Ruan Tinghe turned her head away, refusing to look at this shameless man!

But then she noticed something was wrong with the baby in her arms.

"Xiao Bao, what's wrong? Are you carsick?"

Xiao Bao shook his head, looking very down.

Xiao Bao was unhappy because she knew she was being taken to see the old doctor today.

Because every time her mother took her to see a doctor in the past, her mother would be sad for a long time.

Xiao Bao wanted to say that he wasn't going to go see it.

But her mother couldn't understand what she was saying, and her mother had worked so hard; she didn't want to disappoint her.

Xiao Bao hugged Ruan Tinghe's neck tightly, feeling down, and buried his head in the crook of her neck, nuzzling her.

Sensing Xiao Bao's unease, Ruan Tinghe couldn't help but hug him even tighter.

"Don't be afraid, little one. Mommy will tell you a story, okay?"

Xiao Bao nodded, his eyes showing a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

"Once upon a time, there was a little gray rabbit whose dream since childhood was to become a very capable female police officer..."

Ruan Tinghe told the story in a soft voice, and Xiao Bao gradually became engrossed in listening. Even Shen Yan, who was driving, became interested in the story Ruan Tinghe was telling.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look at her from time to time.

Just how much does she have in her head? It seems like every time I'm with her, I discover something new and surprising.

She was like a little sun; as long as he was near her, he could feel her vitality and warmth, making him unable to control himself.

Xiao Bao fell asleep without realizing it. Ruan Tinghe held her with one arm, making her think she was sleeping in her arms.

She glanced at the water bottle on the hood of the car, her mouth dry. She had brought it with her in case she got thirsty on the road.

But she can't reach it now, and if she reaches for the water, she will wake Xiaobao up.

He could only glance at the water in disappointment, but even that one glance was enough for Shen Yan to notice.

Shen Yan took his right hand out of the gauze hanging around his neck. When Ruan Tinghe saw this, she really wanted to scold him if she wasn't afraid of disturbing Xiao Bao.

Is this hand really not going to heal?

He kept misusing it despite being injured.

The next second, Shen Yan stretched out his right hand, took the water glass, unscrewed the cap with one hand, and handed it to Ruan Tinghe.

Ruan Tinghe looked at the water in front of her in surprise, warm steam rising from it.

He did it all for her!

Ruan Tinghe took the water, drank a few sips, and Shen Yan took the water back, screwed on the cap, and put it away.

His movements were incredibly practiced, as if he had served many people in the same way.

Ruan Tinghe's good mood suddenly turned sour.

Could he really have served so many women with such meticulous care?