Reborn in the Eighties as a Housewife with a Space

Chapter 1727: Chapter 1721: Going Home

Qin Lei’s thoughts were simple: as long as there was enough money to use, the family could peacefully and safely live each day, and smiles could remain on their faces. Everything else was external. Whether they had it or not, he didn’t care, but what was most indispensable was the happiness of the family being together.

“Dad, you all must be exhausted. Let me cook something for everyone to eat,” Qin Xue said, noticing how tired everyone looked. No matter what, she wanted to prepare a meal so everyone could eat and rest afterward.

Especially for their group—it had been nerve-wracking ever since they returned and discovered the child was missing. Now that the child had been found, they could finally relax a little.

After a period of intense mental tension, when the mind finally relaxes, a profound exhaustion sets in. This was a common phenomenon, and Qin Xue referred to it as a kind of “mental fatigue syndrome.”

“Qin Xue, you watch the kids. I’ll go cook,” Nangong Shulan said, handing the child over to Qing Zhu. Looking at her daughter, she thought that since she had been home looking after the kids, she wasn’t as physically drained as those running around outside. It made sense for her to handle the cooking.

“Mom, I’ll help you cook. With so many people to feed, how long would it take for you to handle it alone?” Qin Xue said, wanting to say a few words to her mother privately, so she decided to join her in the kitchen.

“Alright then,” Nangong Shulan said after hearing her eldest daughter’s suggestion. She glanced at the group; indeed, there were quite a few people. If she cooked alone, it would take far too long to prepare a meal.

“Auntie, you don’t need to cook for us. Once we finish taking the statement, we’ll head back to the station and eat there,” Ji Dong said, observing the large crowd. They had already eaten at the Qins’ house yesterday, and then again this morning. If they ate one more meal here, the Qins’ food supplies might run low.

“How can that be okay? You worked so hard to help find the child; you must have a meal here before heading back,” Nangong Shulan said. She hadn’t expected Ji Dong to suggest leaving without eating. That wouldn’t do—the officers had put in so much effort. The least they could do was to thank them properly.

As for food, their family had plenty of flour, which they often used for their business and daily cooking. There was no shortage of it. Feeding this many people was no problem at all. Even if the officers were insistent on skipping the meal, she was determined to ensure they left with full stomachs.

“Auntie, you’re too polite. You reported the case, and it’s our duty to respond. There’s no need to be this formal with us,” Ji Dong replied, looking at Nangong Shulan, somewhat overwhelmed by the Qins’ generosity.

Sometimes, when responding to calls, they’d encounter families who felt their intervention was merely an obligation—not particularly noteworthy. People often treated their assistance as a given. It was rare to meet someone as courteous as Nangong Shulan.

This warmth made him feel like a true hero, filling his heart with a sense of comfort. If there were more people in the world like Nangong Shulan, the society as a whole would likely become much more harmonious.

Qin Xue had no idea Ji Dong was thinking this way; otherwise, she would have told him directly, “You are heroes. Big heroes.” But lacking the ability to read minds, she remained unaware of his thoughts.

“Mr. Ji, no matter what, you must give us some face, okay? We’ll go record the statement while Big Sis and the others make dinner. By the time we’re done on our side, the meal should be ready, so it won’t delay you too much,” Silver Wolf said, stepping in to mediate as he saw both sides trying to be courteous. “Exactly—our family is incredibly grateful for all your help, so one meal truly means nothing to us,” Qin Lei added. He hadn’t expected the police officers to be so humble and considerate of regular citizens, and he was genuinely moved. It completely overturned his prior impression of them, so he was more than willing to extend extra kindness their way.

If Ji Dong could hear this, he might have cursed in frustration. After all, there were always bad apples out there, ruining the reputation of law enforcement as a whole. A single “rotten apple” could spoil the entire perception of the profession. This led many citizens to hesitate in seeking help from officials, sometimes choosing to handle matters privately in reckless ways.