Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoer immediately retracted his eager little claws and looked at her warily: "You promised not to tell... I, we made a pinky promise!" Of course, the price he paid was that he had to serve Su Qingluan as a little follower, serving tea and water for most of the day.

Seeing Su Xuanhe looking at her indignantly with a shocked expression of "Why don't you keep your word", Su Qingluan laughed secretly: You ignorant boy, you don't know how thick-skinned adults are after all.

Su Qingluan once said: "If you don't cheat your own brother, you'll be in vain." Then he said shamelessly: "I only promised you 'I won't tell anyone about this today', but now it's not 'today' anymore, right?"

So the naive little Su Xuanhe was offered an unequal treaty by his black-hearted elder sister, "you can be at her disposal for the next month", as "permanent hush money".

So for the next two days, Su Qingluan unceremoniously turned her younger brother into a spinning top—

"Su Xiaoer, get me some wood ash from the stove."

"Su Xiaoer, bring me some cotton cloth and needle and thread."

"Su Xiaoer, be careful."

Su Xuanhe held the body of a narrow-mouthed ceramic jar angrily, watching Su Qingluan holding a chopstick, one end of which was supporting the center of the gauze-sewn wood ash bag blocking the mouth of the jar, and the other end extending diagonally outside the ceramic jar.

Then, she slowly poured the liquid that had been settling for a day down the chopstick.

Su Xuanhe rolled his eyes upon seeing this: "It's all spilled out... How is that possible?!"

Su Xuanhe widened his eyes as if he had seen some incredible magic.