Zeng Yueji then realized and immediately rushed to Fang Pingying and another person, smiling as she said, "Yes, yes, please go inside and sit down, I’ll go and pour some tea for you." Although Fang Pingying was also puzzled by Zeng Yueji’s gaze, she didn’t feel it appropriate to ask directly, so she smiled and walked towards the house with Ju Zi, saying politely to Zeng Yueji, "Auntie, no need to busy yourself, we are not thirsty." "Please, go inside and take a seat." Zeng Yueji, holding back laughter, ushered them into the house. When Fang Pingying and her companion sat down in the living room, they surveyed Xiao Juzi’s home. Xiao Juzi’s home was simply decorated, and although there wasn’t anything very new, it was very neat and elegant, making anyone who saw it feel that the host enjoys life and has fine taste. What Fang Pingying liked most was that they were seated on a sofa in the center of the living room, which had a thick white rug spread in front of it, seemingly made of wool or similar material, giving the living room a warm look during winter. Luo Honglan had grown up without ever seeing such a fine house, and she was unaccustomed to it; even after changing into clean slippers, she dared not step on the carpet near the sofa, fearing she might dirty it. Xiao Juzi noticed Luo Honglan’s discomfort and said with a laugh, "Hong Lan, you should come out more often with your sister-in-law, look at how timid you are, getting uncomfortable in unfamiliar places." Luo Honglan, already familiar with Xiao Juzi, was not embarrassed. She sneakily glanced at Zeng Yueji, who was in the kitchen pouring water for them, then whispered, "Sister Ju Zi, when I was in the countryside, I rarely went out, I mostly stayed at home and never saw a place like your house." "Silly girl." Xiao Juzi laughed and stroked her head, "That’s why you need to go out more, see more things, you can’t remain so timid. When you have time, just follow your sister-in-law and come play here, I’m home every day with nothing much to do anyway." "Yes, you should come over when you’re free. She hasn’t been at home for even half a month, and she keeps saying how bored she is," Zeng Yueji said while carrying a tray of fruit over to them and placing it on the small coffee table. She beckoned Fang Pingying and Luo Honglan, "Come, have some fruit." "Thank you, Auntie." Fang Pingying and Luo Honglan expressed their thanks and each politely took a piece of fruit to eat. Zeng Yueji watched them with a smile, then suddenly asked Fang Pingying, "Ju Zi told me that Xiao Luo’s wife, you’ve only come out from your hometown not long ago?" Fang Pingying smiled and nodded, "Yes, less than two months." "Where is your hometown?" Fang Pingying smiled and mentioned the general area of her hometown, not specifying too much, thinking it was a small place and too much detail wouldn’t be recognizable to others. But Zeng Yueji kept probing, "Where exactly is it, and what are your parents’ names?" Fang Pingying was slightly stunned, feeling that Zeng Yueji’s questions were perhaps too prying; normally, when visiting a friend’s home, one wouldn’t be asked about their parents’ names. Xiao Juzi also felt her mother was being inappropriate and interrupted with a laugh, "Mom, are you conducting a census or what? Why so many questions? Even if Sister Fang tells you her parents’ names, it’s not like you would know them." "I was just asking casually." Zeng Yueji seemed to realize she had asked too much and quickly explained with a smile to Fang Pingying, "Xiao Luo’s wife, don’t mind me, that’s just my personality, I like to dig deep into things." "Auntie, it’s fine." Fang Pingying smiled and shook her head. It’s done, Zeng Yueji said it was getting late and went into the kitchen to make lunch. However, before entering the kitchen, Zeng Yueji secretly observed Fang Pingying for a long time. She felt that Fang Pingying looked too much like someone else, to the extent that even if others claimed there was no relation, no one would believe it. Thinking of a possible situation, Zeng Yueji sighed, shook her head, and then went to cook. Xiao Juzi, seeing that Zeng Yueji finally left, whispered to Fang Pingying, "My mom must be bored at home; it’s rare to have visitors, so she likes to ask random questions." Fang Pingying also found it strange, but felt it impolite to say too much in someone else’s home and just casually smiled, "It’s okay, it’s nothing that can’t be talked about. Besides, don’t all old people act that way?" Xiao Juzi nodded and shared a joke with Fang Pingying. Later, remembering her purpose of visit, she went into the room and brought out the yarn she had bought, asking Fang Pingying to teach her to knit patterns, planning to make a few pieces for herself and a few sets for her children, just to pass the time. At lunchtime, Xiao Juzi’s father, Xiao Shibao, also came back from the army. For some reason, when he saw Fang Pingying, he was slightly stunned, but he didn’t stare at her like Zeng Yueji did and quickly recovered. Xiao Shibao was a very straightforward man, firm with his words, yet very easy-going. Knowing that Fang Pingying was Luo Zhiyong’s wife and recognizing Luo Zhiyong, he kept praising Luo Zhiyong, "Xiao Fang, your Zhiyong is a promising young man, eager to progress, and highly aware; the army needs such talents now. Make sure he takes care in the army. He has a bright future ahead, and whenever there’s time, he should visit me and Huang Lin more often." Not knowing much about army matters, Fang Pingying could only politely humble herself. Xiao Juzi’s parents were very nice and treated them warmly, but Fang Pingying felt very uncomfortable staying at their home, mainly because Zeng Yueji kept staring at her intentionally or unintentionally. Thus, originally planning to teach Xiao Juzi to knit sweaters in the afternoon, Fang Pingying made an excuse after lunch and left with Luo Honglan. On their way back, even Luo Honglan felt something was off about Zeng Yueji, "Sister-in-law, Ju Zi’s mom is really nice, but I don’t know why she always likes to stare at you." "Did you notice that too?" Even Luo Honglan noticed, so it seemed that she wasn’t being overly sensitive, but she still couldn’t figure out why. Luo Honglan wondered and nodded, "Hmm, when you were teaching Ju Zi to knit, I kept watching her, and noticed she was always looking at you." Fang Pingying nodded, she couldn’t understand the reason; she shouldn’t know Xiao Juzi’s mom, right? Even recalling memories from her past life, Fang Pingying was sure she didn’t know Xiao Juzi’s mother. In her past life, she had spent several years in the army altogether, but due to her difficult personality, she had no connection with anyone in the army. She didn’t even know Xiao Juzi existed, so she definitely hadn’t met Xiao Juzi’s mother before. So what was going on? The way Xiao Juzi’s mother looked at her clearly wasn’t just out of curiosity, or because she was Ju Zi’s friend wanting to know her better. Unable to figure it out, Fang Pingying didn’t want to bother thinking about it anymore, but one thing she was sure of was that Xiao Juzi’s parents definitely weren’t bad people and had no ill intentions. (To be continued. If you work, feel free to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote or give a monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. 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