When Fu Mingxue asked, Qin Yue was all ears.
If you looked closely, you would have seen his expression grow tense.
"She’s much more emotionally stable now."
Hearing Mr. Qin say that, Fu Mingxue breathed a sigh of relief. ’It’s good that she’s stable.’
’In any case, her health has to come first.’
"I’ve been a bit busy these past few days, running between the school and the First Auto Factory, so I won’t be able to visit the hospital."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Qin immediately said, "Just focus on your own things."
At that moment, the siblings Qin Yue and Qin Ruqiao had already put on their schoolbags.
Seeing this, Mr. Qin said goodbye to Fu Mingxue and her mother.
Once they left, Fu Mingxue also got ready to go to school.
"Mom, don’t bother making me a meal today. You guys just eat. By the way, I brought back some meat dishes and grains last night. You saw them and put them away, right?"
Under the cover of darkness last night, she had taken some of the rice, flour, grains, and meat from her dimensional space and left them in the kitchen.
It saved her the trouble of having to make up excuses to bring things out every few days.
"With all that stuff in the kitchen, how could I not see it? You bought way too much."
"It’s not that much. It was easy for my friend to get it, just something they did on the side. Besides, if you can’t finish all the meat, you can put it in the fridge or cure some of it."
Mrs. Fu figured her daughter’s friend probably handled procurement for a company cafeteria.
"In that case, I want to make some smoked meat. Can you get me some more?"
Fu Mingxue was speechless. ’...?’
’I’ve already taken out most of the meat from my space. Where am I supposed to get more for smoked meat?’
"Not right now. We’ll have to see in a little while."
’It all depends on the system’s reward drops.’
Hearing this, Mrs. Fu didn’t press the issue.
"Mom, I’m off! Thanks for everything!"
Mrs. Fu rolled her eyes.
’What’s so hard about it for me?’
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