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Ruan Tinghe wasn't idle either; she found a rag, filled a bucket halfway with water, and went upstairs.

The children had been on the train for several days and were so tired that they fell asleep on their beds.

She didn't wake the children, but instead carried them downstairs one by one and put them to sleep on the sofa in the living room.

Back upstairs, I started cleaning.

She kept most of her luggage in her spatial storage, and outwardly only carried a backpack. If she took out the other luggage now, it would definitely arouse suspicion, especially from Yin Quan, who looked at her like a policeman looking at a criminal.

It's best to be cautious, so Ruan Tinghe decided not to take the items out yet. If there was anything urgently needed, she could buy it at the supply and marketing cooperative first, and then take them out little by little when she found an opportunity.

Just as I finished brushing away the spider webs, Da Bao appeared at the door, rubbing his eyes.

His voice was still hoarse from just waking up, "Mom, I'll help you clean."

Ruan Tinghe picked him up and gave him a big kiss. "Dabao is such a good boy. But Mommy can manage by herself. You can go downstairs and continue sleeping with your younger brother and sister for a while."

Da Bao shook his head, "My younger brother and sister are sleeping, I'll help Mom."

Seeing his insistence, Ruan Tinghe felt warm and soft-hearted, but the child was already so tired, she couldn't bear to let the child do any more work.

So I put Da Bao down and said, "Da Bao, if you really want to help Mommy, then Mommy would like to ask you to do something for Mommy, okay?"

"Mom, you said Da Bao can do everything!" Da Bao said proudly, patting his chest.

Ruan Tinghe glanced down the corridor to make sure that Grandma Qin and the Yin brothers hadn't returned yet before whispering instructions to Da Bao.

"Dabao, go downstairs and keep watch. If Grandma Qin and the others come back, remind Mom, okay?"

Da Bao nodded and reached out to Ruan Tinghe for something.

"Mom, give me a book, I want to read downstairs."

Da Bao thought to himself, "Mom is so stupid. If he does nothing and just sits there keeping watch, Uncle Yin Quan is so smart, he will definitely suspect that Mom is secretly doing something bad!"

After taking the book, Da Bao went downstairs, moved a small stool, sat down in the yard, and turned back to give Ruan Tinghe upstairs an OK sign, which Ruan Tinghe taught him, meaning "It's okay".

With Da Bao helping to keep watch, Ruan Tinghe became much bolder.

She closed the door, drew the curtains, took out the robot vacuum cleaner from the room, tested it on the relatively flat cement floor, and after confirming that it worked, she handed it over to the robot with peace of mind.

For furniture like cabinets, you'll have to wipe them down yourself.

There was a quilt in the closet, but it hadn't been used for a long time. It was covered in dust and had a musty smell, and there were tiny black specks on it. I didn't know what they were.

It's really hard to withstand a direct cover!

Without hesitation, Ruan Tinghe removed the duvet cover and put it in the washing machine with the sheets for a quick wash, which only took eighteen minutes. The duvet cover and sheets would take half an hour to dry.

Half an hour later, while the food was still drying in the space, Grandma Qin and the others returned together.

Startled, Ruan Tinghe quickly stuffed the bare quilt into the wardrobe, put the robot into her space, and pretended to have just finished her work before going downstairs.

"Hehe, why are you all sweaty?" Grandma Qin saw that she was covered in sweat and took out her handkerchief to wipe her down.

Ruan Tinghe smiled guiltily, "I just cleaned the room and I'm a little tired."

"Then go and rest. Are you hungry? I'll go cook for you! Hehe, what do you like to eat?"

How could Ruan Tinghe just sit and wait to be fed?

"I'm feeling much better now, can I help with the cooking?"

Entering the kitchen, Ruan Tinghe took out twenty yuan. "Grandma Qin, I don't have any food coupons yet. Can I just give you this for food expenses for now?"

Living under the same roof, they would inevitably eat together in the future, so Ruan Tinghe thought she would pay for her meals first and then pay the rest when she had the ration coupons.

Grandma Qin, however, put on a stern face. "Hehe! Are you looking down on me, Old Lady Qin?"

These words were too harsh. Ruan Tinghe turned pale with fright and quickly waved her hands, "No, no, Grandma Qin, why are you saying that?"

"Then stop arguing with me about food expenses. You saved Aze; we owe you a life-saving favor! We've already collected your rent. If we ask you for food expenses again, are we even human?"

"But we have four mouths to feed..."

"So what? Even if you have ten people in your family, we can afford to support you! Hehe, you have to give our family a chance to repay our kindness, right?"

"Then we won't stand on ceremony." Grandma Qin's sincerity and determination left Ruan Tinghe with no reason to refuse. At worst, she could just buy more groceries and cook more meals when she had food stamps in the future.

The two cooked together, and their teamwork was surprisingly good; they quickly prepared five dishes and a soup.

Grandma's braised pork, meatball and vegetable soup, shredded chicken, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, braised fish, and green beans and potatoes.

These were all foods that Ruan Tinghe loved to eat. Grandma Qin hadn't expected such a coincidence, because these were also foods that she and the Yin brothers loved to eat.

The menu wasn't extensive, but the portions were generous—a very lavish meal for this era.

When the food was served, Grandma Qin took out a jar.

"Hehe, would you like some plum wine? My old friends from the family compound insisted on giving it to me when I moved back in while I was out shopping. They said it's homemade, very low in alcohol, and good for a young lady!"

Ruan Tinghe smelled the aroma of wine. In her past life, she loved drinking all kinds of fruit wines, but alas...

"I'm sorry, Grandma Qin, my children and I are all allergic to plums, otherwise I would definitely have had some." Ruan Tinghe refused apologetically, her gaze regretfully shifting away from the wine jar.

Grandma Qin looked surprised. "You're allergic to plums too? My son, Quan, is also allergic to plums, just like his grandfather."

Ruan Tinghe watched Yin Quan eat his meal with a serious expression, not even raising his head, and thought to herself that this was indeed a coincidence.

An absurd thought even popped into her mind.

Could this expressionless Director Yin be the child's biological father?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when Ruan Tinghe rejected it.

Putting aside the fact that Yin Quan couldn't possibly have appeared in Stone Village four years ago, his physique just doesn't match up.

Yin Quan was very tall, but he had a scholarly air about him and looked very refined and gentlemanly with his glasses on.

This is completely different from the savage, rough-and-tumble persona he had four years ago.

Instead of suspecting Yin Quan as the child's father, it's better to suspect Shen Yan!

It must just be a coincidence.

After finishing his meal, Yin Quan went back to the hospital for his shift. Grandma Qin had to take care of Yin Ze, so Ruan Tinghe took the initiative to clean up the dishes.

The three little ones wanted to help as before, but Ruan Tinghe couldn't bear to let them get tired, so she told them to go upstairs first to find their clothes and then take a shower in a row.

After clearing away the dishes, the children came downstairs, and Ruan Tinghe bathed each of them in turn.

Looking at the time again, it was already 9 PM.

I checked the sheets and duvet cover in the room, and they were already dried.

She took it out to make the bed. The original comforter core couldn't be washed, and she didn't plan to use it anyway, so she took the comforter core from her space and stuffed it into the cleaned duvet cover.

Shanghai gets cold quickly, with a large temperature difference between day and night; you'll definitely feel cold at night without a quilt.

The sheets are too thin, so I need to find a chance to take out the wool mattress from the storage space tomorrow.

We also need to exchange some tickets, and the kids need to get some warmer clothes.

Thinking about what I needed to do tomorrow, I fell asleep without realizing it.

In the middle of the night, a tall, dark figure crept up the stairs and headed straight for Ruan Tinghe's room.

The key turned the lock, and with a creak, the door opened, and a dark figure lunged at the bed.