"I was busy a few days ago and didn't have time, so I left some meat at your fifth aunt's house to make preserved meat. Now that it's New Year's, I brought some back. It's not good to get it from other people's houses on New Year's Day," said Shulan Nangong.
"That makes sense. Just leave it here for now. I'll get a bowl for you to eat first, and we can do the rest later," Qin Xue said.
"That works," thought Shulan Nangong. It was indeed time for breakfast. After all, isn't there a saying that people are like iron and rice is like steel, if you don't eat, you'll starve?
"Auntie," Jing Xin didn't know how to address Shulan Nangong when he saw her. According to Qin Xue, she was a relative by blood. However, he was unsure about how to call her, so he went with the usual way.
"How did you end up at our house?" Shulan Nangong was startled when she saw Jing Xin. When did he arrive, and why wasn't she informed?
"I came with Qin Xue and Mr. Chu last night," Jing Xin said.
