The Mu family.

Mu Zi Chuan sat aside, watching with his own eyes as his mother ate the bowl of food she had brought. A few points of happiness secretly bloomed in his heart.

Since the first doctor visited and diagnosed her, she has never eaten this much.

Every day is gloomy, sometimes I just eat a few snacks all day and don't touch any delicacies.

Especially on this trip back from the capital, sometimes he only drank a few sips of water all day, which really worried him.

Fortunately, today's meal cooked by Qinger has finally filled Mama's stomach.

If Mother could eat this much every day from now on, wouldn't that really be a miracle?

With such anticipation, Mukizuka's hand on his lap clenched tightly into a fist. His gaze eagerly looked at the woman in front of him, and he softly asked, "Mother, are you full?"

子川's mother burped contentedly and handed her empty bowl to Mu Zi Chuan: "I don't know why, but this time back to Changping Village, eating this authentic local food has really opened my appetite."

"Zichuan ah, for mother it has been a long time since I have eaten so much, and my body feels so much better now!"

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Upon hearing her mother's words, Mu Zi Chuan smiled gently, placing the empty bowl aside and lightly grasped the woman's thin arms: "As long as Mother enjoys it, son guarantees she can have it every day."

The woman laughed and gave Mu Zichuan a playful glare: “What use is your guarantee? You’re a man, you can’t even cook a decent meal. These dishes were all made by Qing'er. She’s truly talented! The food tastes so good!”

Muzi Chuan was quite enjoying his mother's fond gaze, as if he had returned to his childhood, as if his mother had not yet fallen ill...

“Mother, though I can’t cook, I promise to find a way to make you delicious meals. As long as you eat well every day, you will have strength, and with strength, your illness will gradually improve.” he said.

The woman looked at Muzi Chuan, who was as devoted and stubborn as a child, with complex eyes, her eyes reddening.

She gently caressed Mu Zichuan's back, while Mu Zichuan lay his whole upper body on the edge of the bed, greedily enjoying this moment of family bliss.

Not until the sound of the courtyard gate being pushed open came from outside, followed by footsteps approaching the main hall, did he realize something was amiss.

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“Someone seems to have come. Why don’t you go and see who it is? It might be Qing'er.” The woman said.

Generally, when visiting a patient for the first time, people choose to go in the morning.

So it shouldn't have been someone else from the village, the woman thought.

Muzi Chuan raised his head and said, "Okay, I'll go take a look. Mother, you should lie down and rest first."

He got to his feet, smoothed his clothes casually, and then walked to the doorway of the main hall.

It really was Yang Ruqing, and Yang Ruqing was followed by Luofengtang.

In Luofeng Tang's arms, two beds wrapped in ropes were held.

Seeing Mu Zichuan come out, Yang Ruqing, who was walking at the front, lit up her eyes and quickly beckoned to Mu Zichuan: "Zichuan, you come and carry this bedding over there, then change the bedding on your bed and your stepmother's."

Mú Zǐchuān took a look at the dry and clean bedding, and said, "Qíng'er, what are you bringing bedding for? I have it at home!"

Yang Ruqing rolled her eyes: "The bedding on your bed hasn't seen the sunlight in ages, and it hasn't been washed. It needs to be changed."

"So, is my mother-in-law awake yet?" she asked again.

Mú Zǐchuān said: “You’re awake. The food I brought, she ate it all up and even praised your cooking skills.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing was delighted.

“As long as my godmother likes to eat it, I’ll make it for her every day.” she said.

Muzi Chuan smiled gratefully and reached out to take the bedding that Luo Fengtang brought, but Luo Fengtang dodged.

“Zi Chuan, you go tidy up the bedding on your and your stepmother's bed first.” he said.

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Yang Ruqing also nodded quickly: "That's right, Zi Chuan, you help your stepmother to the rocking chair first and sit for a while, I'll make the bed."

Several people entered the room together. According to Yang Ruqing's instructions, Luofengtang placed the two bedding brought with him on the stool beside them.

Then he bid farewell to Mu Zichuan here, as he had to return to the military camp tomorrow. This afternoon, he also needed to go back and prepare some things.

...Kazuka's mother did not lie down, but had already gotten out of bed by holding onto the table next to it.

“Aunt, let me help you.” Yang Ruqing rushed forward and supported the arm of Zi Chuan’s mother.

Zichuan's wife, Niutou, glanced at Yang Ruohui and said, "I heard your conversation at the door, Qing'er. You were kind enough to bring us blankets."

Yang Ruqing smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to help!"

After helping Zi Chuan's mother to the rocking chair by the side, Mu Zi Chuan went to the bedside to prepare to tidy up the bedding.

But his hands, accustomed to wielding a brush, fumbled even with the simple task of tucking in the blankets, let alone making the bed.

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So, this is a mess...

Not only was Mizukawa's mother upset, even Yang Ruqing found it unbearable.

"Zichuan, why don't you go do something else? I can handle these chores." Yang Ruqing walked over and rolled up her sleeves.

Mù Zǐchuān said: "I can do it."

Yang Ruqing said, "Here's the deal, you handle your own stuff in your room later. I'll take care of my mother-in-law, okay?"

Muxi Chuan thought about it, that made sense, he could learn something from this.

So, he stepped aside and watched Yang Ruqing make the bed.

Watching her hands wave like they were dancing, he was amazed. Under her touch, the sheets that had been tangled and messy in his hands became soft and smooth. The cotton balls she rolled up were as gentle as clouds.

Before she could take a good look, she had made the bed neat and tidy, it was clean and smelled faintly of sandalwood.

And this bed sheet, is almost completely wrinkle-free.

The blanket was tossed open, and a corner was lifted at the spot where he slept. This made Mu Zi Chuan suddenly have the urge to lie down and sleep soundly, then roll around comfortably.

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Here, Yang Ruoqing had already returned to the rocking chair side and helped up Zi Chuan's mother again.

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"Mother, come to bed and take a nap." she said.

Zichuan's mother nodded with satisfaction, supported by Yang Ruohuiqing, she walked past Mu Zichuan. When her feet touched the ground near Mu Zichuan, Zichuan's mother hesitated for a moment.

I jokingly said to Yang Ruoheng, "Look at Zi Chuan's clueless expression. He probably still doesn't understand."

Yang Ruqing also glanced at Mu Zichuan and smiled faintly.

“All men are the same. My son Tang Ya, back then, wouldn't even fold a blanket, let alone wash socks! Those socks, oh my, they were smelly and stiff, terrifying!” she said.

Then, the woman named Zi Chuan also smiled.

She looked at Mu Zichuan, whose face was flushed beside her, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "That's what I'm saying, men and women are different. Men should be outside the home, and women inside. When a man and woman work together, it's not tiring, and only then does a family have vitality."

“You and Tang Ya’zi make a perfect couple, this is the way to live a colorful and prosperous life.”

"If Zichuan had a woman by his side to care for him, and they could support each other, then I would truly be at ease, even in death!"

A genius in one second: m.

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