Xiao Xian had never seen anyone eat an orange like that, it wasn’t just eating an orange, it was practically sculpting art.
"Pretty sweet, try one," The orange arced through the air, landing accurately in Xiao Xian’s hand. Despite the cold orange, Xiao Xian felt an inexplicable warmth; the orange was actually for her.
She hurriedly stuffed a piece into her mouth, her eyes lighting up, "Mmm, it really is sweet." A gleeful look flashed through Xiao Xian’s eyes, and that lively expression made Zhou Ziang pause, his lips unconsciously curving upwards.
"Time for dinner, Ziang, e help out," Xi Lijuan called her son over to help serve the dishes. Xuerou emerged from inside, and upon seeing the pile of orange peels on the table across from Xiao Xian, and the half-eaten orange in her hand, she revealed a smile as if her scheming had succeeded.
Before dinner, Xi Lijuan began to introduce Xuerou and Xiao Xian, "Ziang, Xuerou is Aunt Zeng’s daughter, I’ve mentioned her to you a few times. As for her, do you remember? She’s the girl from the basketball game last time, her name is..." Xi Lijuan realized she had not yet asked Xiao Xian’s name. As a mother, she was so careless, no wonder her own son was always indifferent to the opposite sex.
In Mrs. Zeng’s eyes, Xiao Xian was a straightforward and adorable girl; any normal boy would have an impression of her. But when it came to her own clueless son, it was uncertain how much he would remember.
"Her name is Xiao Xian." Zhou Ziang interrupted, Xi Lijuan apologetically smiled at Xiao Xian, but her smile was only half-formed when the hand distributing the bowls and chopsticks trembled, and she nearly dropped the chopsticks. Not only did her son recognize the girl, but he also called her "Xiao Xian" intimately.
Something felt off about this, and Xi Lijuan had the urge to immediately call Old Zhou, but she sensed that the atmosphere at the dinner table had just bee very delicate.
Although Xuerou kept praising Xi Lijuan’s cooking, she couldn’t help but smirk, and the girl who had been called "Xiao Xian", who was chatty and laughing before the meal, now ate silently and diligently, focusing solely on the rice without picking up any dishes.
What stunned Xi Lijuan even more was that after eating a few bites, her son went back into the kitchen and brought out four bowls of corn and pork rib soup that she had simmered, placing one in front of each person.
"Hey, you kid, why did you just give Xiao Xian corn? You didn’t even serve her any ribs," Xi Lijuan said, about to swap her bowl of soup with Xiao Xian’s.
Her hand hadn’t even touched the rim of the bowl when Xuerou interjected, "Aunt Xi, no need, Xiao Xian isn’t really into meat."
Zhou Ziang and Xiao Xian had only shared a meal once. Xiao Xian held the bowl in front of her, feeling warmth spreading from her fingertips to her cheeks.
Xi Lijuan could only let it go, but Xuerou’s words made the mother’s heart stir with even more enthusiasm. Xi Lijuan knew her son’s character well; he was polite to everyone, but true caring was reserved only for family.
After dinner, Xi Lijuan went into the kitchen to clean up, leaving the three young people to discuss serious matters.
Hot water flowed from the tap, Xi Lijuan rinsed off the foam on the bowls, "Ah, my son mentioned in the past that he had a girlfriend. But after that, there was no further news, it seems that relationship was uncertain. But based on his reaction just now, could it be that the girl named Xiao Xian, is her? Maybe I need to probe a bit."
Xi Lijuan untied her apron, thought for a moment, and then washed some fresh winter jujubes she had bought, bringing them out to the living room.
At this time, the living room dialogue had reached a stalemate, after Xiao Xian and her party put forward the request to refine the medicine recipe, Zhou Ziang did not agree as readily as before, but was thoughtfully silent.
"Ziang, if it’s not too difficult, please help them out. These kids are both good and filial. Let’s not talk business for now, the soup earlier was a bit salty, have some fruit to quench your thirst," Xi Lijuan placed the fruit down then sat beside her son.
"Dr. Zhou, if there’s anything that makes it difficult for you, just tell us directly," Xuerou symbolically picked a jujube, didn’t eat it, and simply played with it in her hand.
"I’ve just joined the People’s Liberation Army Hospital 411, according to the employment contract I signed with them for a year, all the outes in terms of medical research and innovation must belong to the People’s Liberation Army Hospital 411 during this year," Zhou Ziang said. Not long after returning, he was introduced by Zhou Qiang and entered this well-known first-class hospital in the country.
"As for the medication improvement, Xiao Xian and I need to go back and discuss it again," Xuerou said hesitantly. About this matter, it was safer for her to ask her mother’s advice. Once tied up with the military hospital, the drugs would be hard to control in the hands of their small pharmaceutical factory.
"It’s after eight o’clock already, shall we head back early?" Xiao Xian had told Mao Dazhu she’d be out for a little while, now she had been out all afternoon and half the night. Zhuo Feng would be very anxious if he woke up and couldn’t contact her.
"Sure, so your aunt doesn’t worry," Xuerou stood up and explained the situation to Xi Lijuan.
"It’s freezing outside, Ziang, you escort Xiao Xian and her friend. Remember, be sure to see them to their doorstep," Xi Lijuan stuffed a coat into Zhou Ziang’s hands. He hesitated, but still acpanied Xiao Xian and the other down the stairs.
As she watched her son leave, Xi Lijuan muttered to herself, "Seems there’s really something going on. Ah, I remember Xuerou is just in junior high or freshman year? So, isn’t Xiao Xian still a middle schooler?"
**
Thank you "Na?" for the pink ticket, midnight has passed, it’s December now, I’m begging for tickets~
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