Seeing that we seemed close, Auntie couldn't help but reveal a gentle smile, "Then, son-in-law, you rest well. I'll make you some nutritious soup tomorrow. A head injury is no trivial matter; it requires a good deal of rest and recuperation."
After we had seen Auntie out, we sat at the dining table to eat, but Zheng Yufei was preoccupied. Watching her, I was at a loss for how to comfort her.
It wasn't until after the meal that Zheng Yufei sat on the sofa and video-called Min'er. Seeing the lively Min'er on the screen, Zheng Yufei's expression finally relaxed a bit.
"Stay inside the factory area for the next few days and don't go out; it's too chaotic outside now. Just be good and if you need anything, ask Chen. She will help you sort it out," Zheng Yufei advised non-stop like a worried mother, afraid she might have overlooked something that could put Min'er in danger.
