"What guilt? It really wasn't Yinyin's fault back then." Jian Yanyan defended Qin Yin with a sentence, but she seemed somewhat distracted and didn't say much more as they walked to the Vegetable Market together.
Qin Yin was alone in the house. Because she had been in the hospital recently, she had been resting a lot, and with Jian Yanyan and Hen Zhihua accompanying her, she felt much less troubled.
She wasn't very sleepy now, so she went to the living room, sat on the sofa, and turned on the TV.
With the remote in hand, she flipped through the channels one after another but couldn't find anything she wanted to watch.
It wasn't until Jian Yanyan and Hen Zhihua returned that she opened the door and, smiling brightly, asked, "What did you two buy?"
"I'm making you some black chicken soup tonight and a few light side dishes," Jian Yanyan said with a grin. "It's been a while since you've tasted my cooking; tonight, I'll let you eat to your heart's content."
