Song Tingfan realized something, and his face flushed instantly. He hurriedly walked away.
But he didn't go far, just a couple of steps away.
After a while, not seeing his sister-in-law coming out, he called out worriedly, "Sister-in-law?"
Lin Qiao, who was struggling to pull up her pants in the outhouse, "..."
"Just a moment."
It was really a bit embarrassing.
After a while, she leaned against the doorframe to come out, meeting the eager gaze of the young man, "..."
Song Tingfan walked over, squatted down, and carried her back to the house. After tucking her in with the quilt, he asked, "Sister-in-law, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
"Isn't there some leftover dishes and rice at home? Just heat them up." Lin Qiao thought for a moment.
"The doctor said you should eat meat." Song Tingfan said seriously.
Lin Qiao was silent for a moment and then smiled warmly, "I like everything little uncle makes."
Song Tingfan shyly scratched his head, "Alright."
