Qin Family
"Will they come today?" Old Sir Qin was a bit nervous.
Heaven knows that he used to face death on the battlefield without even blinking.
"They should... come," Qin Zhen’s tone was somewhat uncertain.
And he also seemed sleep-deprived.
Heaven knows he was still sleeping early in the morning, only to be woken up by his own father. When he checked the time, it was only four-thirty.
Jeez, this was like going out to train in the field in the middle of the night.
Was this even necessary?
With no other choice, he could only yawn and get up, then he sat here for several hours, enduring until the sky began to brighten.
Qin Xiangnan immediately glared at his son, "Can’t you speak properly? What do you mean ’they should definitely come’?"
Qin Zhen:...
"Yes, they will come." If Qin Ye didn’t show up, he would personally drag him here later. "They just got back yesterday, having sat on the train for so long, they must be tired. Plus, they had to tidy up the house and such, so they will be late. There’s no rush, let’s just wait for them. Or maybe we should go have breakfast first."
That would be even better if it allowed him to catch up on some sleep.
Qin Xiangnan agreed with this, "Then let’s have breakfast first."
Qin Zhen was relieved inside; at least he didn’t have to slump here anymore.
Meanwhile, the Rong Family was also making preparations.
Madam Rong was checking the things they needed to bring.
"The wine is here, and the local specialties from the countryside are also here... I think, how about we bring the pig’s trotters your father went out to buy early this morning?"
"No need, these are enough. Plus, with my nourishing pills, they should already be happy. There’s no need to bring the pig’s trotters. Maybe this way... Mom, why don’t you stew the trotters, and we can eat them when we get back tonight."
Lunch would definitely be eaten at the Qin Family’s.
Madam Rong ignored her, but turned to Qin Ye, "Xiao Qin, what do you think?"
Having been directly addressed, Qin Ye immediately said, "My wife is right, we’ll leave the pig’s trotters at home to eat."
Madam Rong:...
Can you not always blow your wife’s trumpet? Can’t you have an opinion of your own?
Always listening to the wife.
Wenming also added, "Let’s do that. It’s too hot, and the meat might spoil if we bring it along. It’s better to just leave it and eat it ourselves."
Madam Rong rolled her eyes at him.
Listening to the wife is one thing, but now one has to listen to the daughter too.
"...Alright then, go on now! If you don’t leave now, the sun will get too hot."
"Alright, Mom." Qin Ye hurriedly responded and carried the stuff outside.
Qin Yu also picked something up and quickly followed.
As for Yan and Qin Mei... they didn’t carry anything and left lightly dressed.
Just as they stepped out of the main gate, they saw a jeep drive up and stop in front of the Rong Family house.

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