"Yes, Ning! Do you know Yu Ting too? She's very good to my brother. She even came to see my mother, and later she had someone buy this medicine for my brother to bring home!"
"You mean... Chen Yuting came to your house?"
Yu Zhengyang had just found paper and a pen and come back inside. Looking a little embarrassed, he added:
"Yes! My mother's had this lung condition for years! If Yu Ting hadn't helped buy her medicine, she probably wouldn't have made it this long!"
Song Ning paused and said nothing more.
She picked up the pen and wrote a prescription.
Yu Zhengyang asked Qiu Ye to prepare dinner.
Qiu Ye happily carried the net bag of groceries he had bought into the kitchen.
While Song Ning examined his mother, Jiang Chengshi wandered around the front and back of the house with his hands clasped behind his back.
When he saw Song Ning again, he gave her a thumbs-up.
"Now I believe what you told me! To build a house like this just by figuring things out on his own... that takes talent! Give him some proper professional training, and there's no telling how far he could go!"
That evening, Song Ning finally tasted Auntie Qiu's cooking again after so long.
Compared with the professionally trained Auntie Qiu of the future, Qiu Ye's cooking skills were still unpolished.
Yet Song Ning ate three large bowls of rice, something she almost never did.
Seeing how much Song Ning enjoyed her cooking, Qiu Ye broke into a delighted grin.
After dinner, Yu Zhengyang carried a lounging cot beneath the big tree in front of the house, then helped his mother outside to lie down and enjoy some fresh air.
Jiang Chengshi took a large palm-leaf fan and told his mother