Laughing and joking, they finished packing everything up. Zhao Yuan and Xian Hong helped carry the items downstairs and load them into the trunk of the Jetta.
The four of them then got into the car. Xian Hong started the engine and drove away from the hospital. They first made a trip to the market to buy plenty of ingredients before finally heading to Lu Qing's home.
Lu Qing's home was in a typical residential complex in the Rongcheng West Area. It was a three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment of about a hundred square meters, where her family of three lived in blissful harmony.
Just as Mrs. Lu was taking out her key to open the door, it swung open from the inside.
A middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair, sitting in a wheelchair, appeared in their line of sight. He smiled and said, "Qingqing, you're back?"
"Dad, I'm back." Lu Qing nodded and stepped forward to give her father a hug.
