They hadn't even gone inside yet, but they could see from outside that everything was cleaned perfectly.
"Mother-in-law, sister-in-law, there's rice and grain in the kitchen, a bit of vegetables, and a bit of oil."
Meng Yunhan lightly nodded her head, "Xiaolu, thank you for going through all this trouble."
Lu Jianjun felt even more guilty, "Sister-in-law, it's not trouble at all, not at all. I should be going now." He feared that he would break down under the gazes of sincere gratitude from his sister-in-law.
Lu Jianjun hurriedly left as though he were escaping.
Little Huzi continued sleeping on the bed.
Meng Yunhan started cooking in the kitchen.
Yun's mother didn't despise the condition of this house, instead she was distracted thinking about her son in the hospital.