CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 269 OLD SIR QIN VISITS

"You hear how spirited she sounds," Qin Ye said, "you know it’s nothing serious. Start with this spray first!"

"What’s this?" Rong Wenming looked at the item in her hand; there was nothing on the outside, so he couldn’t tell what it was.

"It’s for treating the kind of injury my mom has. Just spray it on, about six or seven times a day. Do it like this," Rong Yan demonstrated for the two of them.

"I can handle this. From now on, I’ll do it myself. But daughter... what kind of medicine is this, and why does it smell so awful?" She sniffed, and it was really foul and overpowering.

"This spray is a bit pungent, but it works really well. I estimate that if you spray it a few more times, by tonight, your foot won’t hurt as much. The swelling should go down the day after tomorrow."

Madam Rong’s eyes lit up when she heard about the quick results.

"Really? That’s great!" As long as the medication works, she could tolerate the bad smell.

She could just stay in for the next couple of days.

Besides, with her foot twisted like this, it was difficult to move around anyway.

"Alright, enough about that. Try and recall what that person looked like," Rong Yan said, then turned to Qin Mei, "Xiao Mei, go get some paper and a pen."

Hearing this, Qin Mei knew immediately what her sister-in-law intended to do, so she turned and ran back into the house to get the paper and pen.

Madam Rong tried to recall carefully, but she could only describe a vague appearance; she really hadn’t seen the face clearly.

So she reiterated the general description.

"Sister-in-law, here are the paper and pen." Qin Mei hurried back and handed them over to her sister-in-law.

Rong Yan took the paper and pen. Based on her mother’s description, she quickly started to draw.

A sketch... done with incredible speed. In just five minutes, she had outlined the figure.

Madam Rong immediately added some details, and when she saw her daughter complete the drawing, she almost jumped up.

"Yes, it’s him, it looks just like him..."

Rong Wenming couldn’t help but admit that his daughter was really talented.

If he had known that she would gain so many skills by going to the countryside, he would have sent her there when she was younger... maybe she would have turned into some sort of prodigy!

Thinking this, he was extremely pleased... true to form, Rong Wenming’s daughter was just brilliant, just like him!

He thought this comment was only in his mind, but being too overjoyed, he blurted it out.

Only to be snapped back by Madam Rong: "You wish! I wonder how clever you are. ’Top-notch’ may happen very soon if you keep that up. Do you really want ’top-notch’ to apply to you?"

Hearing her mom’s comment, Rong Yan uncontrollably glanced over the top of her dad’s head... and shuddered.

Oh no!

Please, spare me.

She did not want to end up bald.

Rong Wenming: ...

He sternly retorted, "Nonsense, my hair is growing fine. I’ll never go bald in this lifetime."

Madam Rong scoffed, "That’s right, you wouldn’t have the chance to go bald. Weren’t you talking about being ’extremely clever’? Looks like you’re not up to that mark."

Rong Wenming: ...

According to her, not being bald was because he was dumb?

Looking morosely at his own daughter, "Daughter, your mom means you should look more into hair-growing stuff, lest one day you go bald."

Rong Yan: ...

Can you two discuss your own issues without dragging me into it?

And, for the record, my hair will never go bald.

Not wanting to partake in their baldness discussion, she said, "I’m going out for a bit. Oh, and since my mom’s foot is injured, I’ll cook when I get back."

Madam Rong quickly interjected, "I hurt my foot, not my hands. I can cook."

Rong Yan looked at her leg, "Just rest while you’re injured!"

"But..." Madam Rong teased, "As much as my leg still lets me walk, I’m more scared of hurting my stomach."

Rong Yan stormed off.

That was infuriating.

Her cooking wasn’t that bad.

Rong Wenming watched his daughter leave and remarked, "Our daughter is angry."

"Anger is healthier; she’s said that herself. And wasn’t I just telling the truth?" Madam Rong was unconcerned.

Rong Wenming: ...

Madam Rong then looked up at the sky, and added, "We’re making dumplings for lunch. You’ll be kneading the dough and chopping the fillings, so hurry up!"

So, the cooking duty was his after all, huh?

"Okay."

"Auntie, I’ll help you peel the onions," Qin Mei immediately offered.

She couldn’t help with much else, but such small tasks were manageable.

"Okay," Rong Wenming didn’t stop her. "We won’t let your aunt do any cooking this noon, to spare us the smell of her medicine."

Madam Rong: ?...

He surely wanted to sleep in the old house tonight.

Meanwhile Rong Yan stepped out and went to the electric pole her mom had mentioned, but didn’t see Qin Ye.

Just then, a voice rang out, "Daughter-in-law."

Rong Yan looked up and saw Old Sir Qin.

"Grandpa, what are you doing here?"

"I heard your mom was injured, so I came to see her. Is my in-law alright?"

"It’s nothing serious, just twisted her ankle a bit, and she’s already medicated. Is Qin Ye the one who told you?"

Old Sir Qin shook his head, "That boy is tight-lipped; he wouldn’t tell me about this, nor have I seen him. Someone else saw and told me."

So that was it, but where did Qin Ye go then?

"Since I’m already here, let’s go to your house and see my in-law."

Old Sir Qin said so, and Rong Yan certainly wouldn’t refuse, "Grandpa, let’s go! We’ll have lunch at home."

She took the bag he was holding, "Grandpa, don’t bring these next time."

Old Sir Qin: "I won’t finish it all at home anyway, and since it would just sit there, you can give me a watermelon instead."

Hearing his words, Rong Yan chuckled, "If you like watermelon that much, I’ll send one over every two days."

One every day certainly wasn’t feasible since too many watermelons weren’t good for an elderly person.

Besides, relying on their tiny garden for it wasn’t reliable.

But Old Sir Qin was very happy to get a watermelon every two days.

"Every three days is fine," he replied. Every two days was too extravagant.

"Alright. We’ll do as you say," Rong Yan agreed readily.

Old Sir Qin: ...

I was just being polite.

Aren’t you going to show some politeness too?

Rong Yan smiled, "I was just joking. If there are any, I’ll send one every two days."

Old Sir Qin: ...

No younger person had ever joked with him like this, but it felt pretty good.

"By the way, did the girl from the Ming family bring you a poisonous potted plant last night?"

Rong Yan guessed he hadn’t come just because her mom was slightly injured.

She nodded without hesitation. "Yes, I was planning on telling you, but then my mom got injured, so it got delayed."