Madam Rong saw her daughter coming out full of energy and knew she must have slept extrely well the night before.
Actually, it would be hard not to, since she overslept.
You should know it’s already nine o’clock.
Only her daughter could sleep this long...
"Breakfast is on the table, help yourself." If she had gotten up any later, it would have been lunchti.
"Okay." Rong Yan had only snacked a bit in the "space", and after spending a significant ti there, she indeed felt hungry.
Today’s breakfast was much simpler, consisting just of red bean porridge and stead buns.
And the buns weren’t even warm.
But with the weather as it was, there was no need to insist on warm buns.
After all, the buns made in the morning were still soft.
"Are you going to the hospital?"
"Yes, I’ll go at two in the afternoon." The patients would just be coming out of intensive care.
She needed to check on them first.
After that, she could hand them over to the chief cardiologist at the hospital.
Madam Rong, hearing it was an afternoon commitnt, didn’t say anything more.
At that mont, Rong Wenming ca back, and having finished eating, Rong Yan stepped outside.
"Dad, this fish you got is pretty big."
"I didn’t buy it. When I was at the alley entrance, I ran into the old man who was carrying this fish. He said it was for us. I heard he caught it himself this morning."
Rong Yan was sowhat surprised, "Grandpa caught it? Then his fishing skills are impressive, aren’t they?"
"Definitely." Rong Wenming also liked fishing, but he hadn’t had the leisure for it previously, not for another ten years...
"Mom Yan, let’s stew this fish for lunch! We should eat it fresh while it’s still alive."
Madam Rong looked at the big catch, which must have weighed at least two pounds, and felt quite happy.
"Since you took Grandpa’s fish, why didn’t you invite him over for a al?" Aren’t you capable of handling that?
Rong Wenming saw his spouse’s sidelong glance and hurriedly explained, "...I did invite him, but the old man said he doesn’t like fish and he has plans at noon. He said he’d co over when he’s free next ti."
People probably use not liking fish as an excuse; she rembered from the last al at ho... it seed Grandpa did eat fish.
"Mom, how about spicy and sour boiled fish?" Rong Yan added.
Madam Rong: "Spicy and sour boiled fish in the middle of sumr? Are you okay?" Look how greedy you are; soone might think you’re pregnant.
Rong Yan: "...Fine, if you don’t want to, let’s not do it then. I was just saying it, so you won’t think I don’t care about you."
Hearing her words, Madam Rong couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
You weren’t only "just saying," those eyes just now... were even brighter than a 15-watt bulb in our house.
"What do you want to eat? I could start preparing it." Rong Wenming wanted to make it as his daughter wished.
After all, if his daughter wanted to eat it, he must satisfy her desire.
"Just keep it alive for now; the fish won’t die so quickly... We’ll eat it tonight. Just have sothing simple for lunch."
"In that case, I’ll go draw so well water to keep it in." He was planning to cook the boiled fish for his daughter in the evening.
His spouse not making it wouldn’t be a problem for him.
As he was fetching the well water to keep the fish, there was a knock on the door.
Qin i, who had nothing else to do, imdiately ran to open it.
"Qin i! Your aunt is ho, right?"
Qin i nodded, "Yes."
Aunt Jin promptly walked in, and a man followed her.
When Madam Rong saw Aunt Jin, she was sowhat surprised.
But then, her face broke into a big smile, "Auntie, what brings you here?"
"I brought soone to see Old Rong, he’s ho, right?"
"He is." Madam Rong replied imdiately, then saw the man who ca in and joyfully called out, "Old Rong, look who’s here."
Rong Wenming, hearing his wife’s voice, looked up.
He imdiately put down the bucket in his hand.
And walked quickly toward the visitor, "Old Zhang, what brings you here? Please, co inside and take a seat."
"Your place is really nice." Old Zhang looked around the courtyard, which was not only spacious but also had an academic ambiance.
"This house is quite new, it looks well-maintained. You got a good deal." Old Rong had ntioned to him when they were moving into the new house.
He had ant to visit, but had been unavoidably detained last minute.
Rong Wenming smiled and nodded, "Yes, the kids chose this house themselves, it’s indeed quite nice. Co on, let’s go inside and sit."
As the two of them went inside,
Qin i, seeing there were guests, didn’t wait to be told; she went to get so water...
Madam Rong then pulled Aunt Jin aside, "Auntie, have lunch here."
Aunt Jin quickly shook her head, "I can’t stay for lunch. I have to go back soon because Jin Feng’s girlfriend is visiting, and I need to entertain her. I was actually just out to buy so things and bumped into Old Zhang on the way. He didn’t know your place, so I brought him here."
Madam Rong, hearing that Jin Feng had a girlfriend, imdiately showed a delighted expression, "Jin Feng has a girlfriend? Where is she from?"
Aunt Jin’s face lit up with joy.
"She’s from the local textile factory, nineteen, and she recently returned as an intellectual youth. They t for a match-making half a month ago, and they get along well. They plan to marry next month, and you all must co to the wedding."
"That’s wonderful news for Jin Feng; we’ll definitely attend the wedding." Whether his son-in-law could make it was another question.
For now, the appropriate response was affirmative.
Aunt Jin: "Alright, once we set the date, I’ll have Jin Feng co over to inform you! I should head back now."
With guests, particularly the future daughter-in-law at ho, Madam Rong, of course, wouldn’t detain her.
"Well, I won’t keep you then. Take care on your way."
Aunt Jin left imdiately.
Her visit was as hasty as her departure.
Rong Yan barely had the chance to greet her before she left.
"That’s great, Jin Feng is finally getting married." Madam Rong was genuinely happy for the Jin family.
Rong Yan thought to herself, the speed from eting to marriage... that was quite quick!
"I’ll go cut them a waterlon." Madam Rong headed to the small lon patch, picked a waterlon, and washed it with well water.
After cutting it up, she took it to the living room.
"Old Zhang, here, have so waterlon." Madam Rong handed it over.
"Ah, you’re too kind; I can do it myself." Old Zhang took it sowhat embarrassedly.
Seeing they had matters to discuss, she then left them.
Old Zhang didn’t stay too long.
Half an hour later, he got up to leave.
Rong Wenming imdiately insisted, "It’s already noon; you must stay for lunch."
Madam Rong chid in, "Yes, have lunch before you go. I’m nearly done cooking."
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