To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Lin Qingping had never felt so helpless in either of her two lives...

She stumbled back to the doctor with the note in her hand, and the doctor was dumbfounded.

Xiao Tian then brought breakfast to the ward, but when he didn't see the group leader, he was even more dumbfounded.

"Xiao Tian! Only you know where he went! Go find him! Bring him back, okay?" Lin Qingping saw Xiao Tian as if she had seen a savior.

"Okay! I'll go!" Xiaotian nodded vigorously, left his breakfast behind, and left.

Lin Qingping held her breakfast, looking at the bed where Gu Juncheng had slept, and simply couldn't believe that he was really gone...

She sat in the ward all day. People came and went at the ward door. Every time one passed by, she couldn't wait to run out to see, but none of them were Gu Juncheng.

She watched helplessly as the sun set outside her hospital window, as darkness fell and the sky gradually brightened, but there was still no news of Xiaotian.

The ward did not remove the bed or process the discharge, leaving the bed empty to wait for Gu Juncheng to be brought back. But instead of seeing him, they received a call from Xiao Tian calling back to the hospital office.

“Sister-in-law! I know where the commander is! But he doesn’t want to come back. He said…” Xiao Tian stammered, “He said he’s perfectly fine, he’s already… he’s already on a mission…”

"He's good...what's so good about him?!" Lin Qingping was furious.

"He even demonstrated his recovery by breaking bricks with his bare hands on the spot..."

Lin Qingping: ...

"Can I talk to him?" Lin Qingping asked.

"The regimental commander has already left. He had already set off when I arrived. I only heard about it from other comrades. Sister-in-law, I'm about to leave too. I won't say any more to you. Be careful on your way home."

"I understand..." Lin Qingping felt a deep sense of powerlessness and could only instruct, "Xiao Tian, ​​you keep a close eye on your regimental commander!"

"Okay, don't worry, sister-in-law."

Xiao Tian hung up the phone, and Lin Qingping held the hospital's phone, feeling nothing but helplessness.

There's no need to wait any longer.

Lin Qingping packed her things and prepared to go home.

While tidying up his clothes, she opened the cabinet in the hospital and found that his casual clothes were missing—his coat and the sweater Chen Xia had knitted for him.

She hurriedly packed her clothes, closed the closet door, packed all her luggage, and set off on her journey home.

Everyone in the family was very concerned about Gu Juncheng's injuries. Faced with her in-laws' concerned gazes, Lin Qingping couldn't bear to mention Gu Juncheng's willfulness, and only said that he had recovered and returned to the army.

Zhiyuan stared at her longingly, his eyes just like the dog she used to wait for her at the entrance after a long day in her past life. She patted Zhiyuan's head and said, "I'll make you something delicious later."

"You must be tired from your journey, just rest well, I'll cook!" said Liu Fen, the mother-in-law.

"It's okay! I sat all the way here, and my legs were numb. This is a good opportunity to stretch them out and loosen them up."

In the evening, she took over the cooking from her mother-in-law, and her second sister came to help. Liu Fen then went to water the vegetable garden.

As Lin Qingping was kneading the dough, a pair of clean little hands reached out, "I know how to do this, I'll do it."

Kneading dough is hard work, but since he wanted to do it, Lin Qingping let him.

While the three of them were busy in the kitchen, Lin Qingping casually asked about their studies, much like a parent who later became disheartened when trying to push their child to excel academically.

But the second sister and Zhiyuan answered quite happily. Zhiyuan even mysteriously told Lin Qingping, "Second Aunt can draw, and her drawings are very lifelike!"

"Oh?" Lin Qingping remembered the picture books that Mei Li had given her.

But after saying that, Zhiyuan covered his mouth, as if he had said something he shouldn't have.

Lin Qingping reacted quickly. You see, in her memory, her second sister had never held a paintbrush, whether in her past life or this one. She quickly figured out what was going on and lightly flicked Zhiyuan's forehead. "You have secrets, but I don't need to know. I'm just responsible for making more delicious food so that some people don't give the good food to the teacher and have nothing to eat themselves."

Zhiyuan's eyes widened even more. "You knew all that?"

Lin Qingping smiled but remained silent.

"How did you know?" Zhiyuan almost jumped up.

That's right, the old man likes sweets and delicious food. If there's only one serving of pumpkin pancakes or cakes that Lin Qingping makes for Zhiyuan, he'll give it all to the old man. If there are two servings, he'll keep one for himself.

The old man knows a lot, he even knows about airplanes! He can draw! He even taught my aunt to draw!

His clothes were full of holes, and his aunt even mended them for him!

Did she know all of this?

"Alright! Is your dough ready? I'm about to start eating!" Lin Qingping pinched Zhiyuan's cheek.

When she was first reborn, her face was sallow and thin. Half a year later, she had finally become much plumper. However, her face was now covered in flour, making her look like a dough ball.

It's definitely not enough to rely on Zhiyuan to knead the dough; most of the time, it was Ermei who kneaded it while listening to her and Zhiyuan's nonsense.

After letting it rest, Lin Qingping mixed some thin batter and fried it into round pancakes in a pan. Then she added some red bean paste, making a simplified version of dorayaki. Her nephew already loved eating this, and she was very skilled at making it.

My in-laws are almost back now, and they've brought someone with them—Xiaomai.

Xiaomai looked like she had been crying; upon seeing Lin Qingping, she called her "Auntie" with red eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingping asked.

"Hey, stop talking, let's eat first." Liu Fen took Xiaomai to wash her face and hands.

The dinner was very lavish.

Braised pork trotters and chestnuts, the old duck at home was killed and stewed with pickled radish, stir-fried cabbage with vinegar, and potatoes were made into a spicy version of the later wolf tooth potatoes by Lin Qingping. Since Lin Qingping had just returned, steamed white rice was prepared, and fearing it wouldn't be enough, she also cooked a large pot of egg noodles.

The family of four adults and two children ate everything clean. The grandfather, in particular, was reluctant to eat so much white rice, so he ate two bowls of noodles, poured old duck soup over them, and finished the noodles and soup completely.

Even her mother-in-law, Liu Fen, said, "I've never seen you eat so heartily before!"

My father-in-law didn't say anything, it was really hard to say. Did he think I should look at how the dishes you usually cook taste?

Lin Qingping suppressed a laugh and served Xiaomai a bowl, saying, "Xiaomai, don't be shy. Make yourself at your uncle's house."

The wheat bowed its head.

Liu Fen couldn't help but say, "Don't treat it like your own home; you'll only suffer at home!"

Okay, this is another "blind spot" for Lin Qingping. She knew absolutely nothing about Du Gen's family situation in her past life...

Zhiyuan gave two dorayaki to Xiaomai, saying, "These are delicious; your aunt made them."

Your aunt...

Who is your aunt? What is her relationship to you?

Lin Qingping looked at the little brat and couldn't help but chuckle.

So, what exactly happened to the wheat?