Song Xiuxiu and Song Pingping, the two sisters, arrived together.
Madam Rong was the one who opened the door.
When she saw the two sisters, she was especially happy.
You see, her daughter seemed to have no close girl friends, and Qin Mei even less so.
At the moment, the ages of the two sisters happened to match that of her daughter and Qin Mei.
She was very hopeful that the young girls could play with Qin Mei.
"Auntie, hello!"
"Hello, come on in quickly, Yanyan is waiting for you!"
Song Xiuxiu and Song Pingping could feel that the auntie before them was particularly happy and very hospitable.
It wasn’t at all like that Li Juan... Li Juan’s mother had been cursing all afternoon! It seemed she was talking about how Madam Rong had threatened to cut her with a knife.
The sisters entered.
After closing the door, Madam Rong turned to them and said, "Have a seat for a moment, I’ll go call Yanyan."
She then shouted, "Yanyan, come out. Your friends are here."
Her use of the word "friends" made Song Xiuxiu feel unexpectedly honored and also very happy.
After all, to be friends with someone as impressive as Rong Yan...
Rong Yan was just about to come out when she heard the shout and knew it was the Song sisters.
So she came out.
"Rong Yan."
"Sister Rong, hello!"
The sisters called out to her in turn.
Rong Yan smiled at them, "You’ve come at just the right time. Let’s go to that room."
The room she was heading to was the one Qin Mei lived in... it was quite spacious and bright, with a large table, perfect for painting, reading, and writing.
The two hurriedly followed.
Qin Mei brought stools for them.
"Sit down!" Rong Yan also found a spot to sit down. Then she waved Song Pingping over, "Pingping, come here, I’ll start by teaching you a basic..."
Song Pingping quickly approached and sat on the other side of the table.
Then she took out her own paintbrush and paper.
"I’ll draw something simple for you... then watch carefully..."
Rong Yan started to demonstrate.
Song Xiuxiu also leaned over to watch.
But as someone who was quite unsophisticated, she had no interest in painting whatsoever.
After watching briefly, she sat a little further away.
Song Pingping, however, watched very closely and with great seriousness, but when it came her turn to paint... "Sister Rong, I can see how to do it, but when I try to paint, it just doesn’t work out, as if my hand isn’t my own, what should I do?"
Rong Yan: ... "Take it slow, don’t rush. It’s always like this when you’re just learning... keep practicing, and if you have any questions, you can ask me or Meimei."
Song Pingping nodded hastily, "Okay, Sister Rong, I got it."
At that moment, Madam Rong came in with a plate of cut watermelon.
"Here, have some watermelon to cool off!"
Song Xiuxiu quickly stood up, "Auntie, you’re too kind, there’s no need for you to cut watermelon for us, we’re not thirsty or hungry..."
Being treated to food right away, they would feel hesitant to come over in the future.
"Watermelon doesn’t count for much. Anyway, it’s homegrown, so don’t be shy. Alright, you girls go ahead and talk, I’m heading out." Madam Rong said and left.
She wouldn’t join in on the young people’s conversation. Otherwise, the sisters would probably feel awkward with her around.
With her leaving, Song Xiuxiu indeed relaxed a lot, "Auntie, you’re so nice!"
"Mm, my mom is indeed great. Come on, eat the watermelon! If you don’t eat it now, it won’t taste as good later."
Song Xiuxiu: ...
So what if the taste is a little off? Such a precious watermelon, even if it had been left out for two or three days, she would still be willing to eat it.



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