Su Qingluan was now strictly forbidden by the Su family from entering the master bedroom and the bedroom of Su Guangfu and Su Xuanhe, so the task of finding someone fell on Su Xuanhe, the little naughty boy who had not been to school for a few days and was a little sick.

After searching around, they found that Su Guangfu was actually weaving straw mats in the backyard.

"The frost has been getting worse these past few days," Su Guangfu said, still holding a piece of unfinished matting. "Some vegetables in the garden out back can't be picked or they'll rot, but if they're left there they'll be vulnerable to frost. I figured since it's okay, I might as well make some matting."

Su Qingluan: ...Dad, why didn’t I realize that you have this skill before?

Seeing her father looking a little bit at a loss, and then looking at the very smooth straw mat in Su Guangfu's hand, Su Qingluan realized a problem: her father and mother used to be busy people, but now they are suddenly recuperating at home all day and don't have the physical strength to go out to work. They are doing nothing at home and feel bored.

Su Guangfu was actually doing his best to do the chores he could, like washing dishes, clearing the house, feeding the chickens, etc. But the only ones who had nothing to do were Su Guangfu and Yang, as well as Su Xuanhe, who was only able to review his old lessons, and Su Xueyan, who was just joining in the fun.

Children are very active at this age. To be honest, as long as you don't let them do homework or writing, they will enjoy doing anything. So for a while, all kinds of housework became popular ways to pass the time. As long as anyone felt a little energy left, they would rush to do it - just as a way to digest food.

Su Qingluan thought with a bit of amusement that if this continued, regardless of whether these people could recover from their illness, they would probably get sick first. So she thought about what idea she could come up with to keep the couple busy for the next few days.

But before that—

"Don't make the mat yet, let's have breakfast first - it's almost cold." Su Qingluan called.

While Yang was serving the two children more rice, Su Guangfu washed his dirt-stained hands and sat down at the table. Su Xueyan, stirring the dumpling soup with a spoon, asked curiously, "Sister, this 'porridge' is so strange today! Every grain looks different! I've never seen rice in such strange shapes!"

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "You're quite good at using words. You even know the meaning of 'strange shapes'. But this isn't rice, it's dough lumps."

"Dough lumps?" Not only Su Xueyan, but even Su Xuanhe looked up and asked, "What are dough lumps? Are they made of white flour? But I see they're light yellow in color."

"Because we add eggs, it makes it smoother and tastes better..." Su Qingluan couldn't help but ask halfway through her explanation, "Haven't you all ever had pimple soup?"

Now even Yang looked up and said, "Is this dumpling soup? It's my first time eating it."

Su Qingluan was very surprised, because in her opinion, this kind of noodle snack did not require any technical content, and the operation method was versatile and not restricted by any region. How could she not have eaten it?

After she explained the detailed recipe for the dumpling soup, Yang smiled and said, "I've had similar noodle soups and noodle ears, but this is my first time having dumpling soup. Where did Daya hear about this recipe? It's not bad, and it's much simpler and easier to learn than noodle soup and noodle ears!"

Su Qingluan was just about to come up with an excuse when she heard her sister ask in a somewhat horrified tone, "Will I get pimples on my face if I eat this noodle?"

This made it clear that she had heard too many sayings like "like cures like," so Su Qingluan smiled and consoled her, "You've eaten so many ears, but you haven't grown an extra pair of ears, have you?"

The whole family laughed together.

Today’s cabbage and bacon rolls are indeed the most popular dish. The salty aroma of the pork belly gives the originally sweet cabbage a delicious taste, and the fat in the fat also makes the taste of this dish more moist.

However, contrary to Su Qingluan's expectations, although cabbage rolls were generally the most popular dish, her brother and sister's favorite was tofu. Perhaps it was because tofu had a smooth texture similar to egg custard, which suited children's eating habits very well, and both little ones ate a lot.

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Eating too much tofu will cause bloating. You two should move more later, otherwise your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, Su Guangfu immediately said, "Otherwise, I will take the two children to the river to fish..." Before he could finish his words, he was glared at by Yang next to him and stopped himself.

"Fishing? I think you want to use this as an excuse to go out and stretch your muscles?" Yang gave Su Guangfu a sullen look. "It's been going on since last night. It's not me who's been coughing so agonizingly every night!"

After eating a lot, not to mention Su Guangfu, even the little Su Xuanhe became much quieter - after all, apart from Su Guangfu, the little Su Xuanhe was the one who coughed the most these few nights.

In fact, Yang and the little maid Su Xueyan also had coughs, but not as serious.

When Su Qingluan caught a cold before, she would often cough for a long time. Especially now that autumn seems to be the season, it is more likely to cause throat discomfort, which aggravates the coughing symptoms.

Su Qingluan thought that pears were now sold cheaply in the market, and people in the village were carrying pears on their shoulders to sell in the town.

Since getting up early in the morning, Su Qingluan has been paying attention to the movements outside to see if there are any people selling pears.

Seeing that her old man had given up the idea of ​​going out fishing after being scolded, Yang sighed: "I know it's suffocating at home, but if you don't get well soon, will our eldest daughter be the one who suffers?"

Su Guangfu muttered softly, "Well...well, I also hope to do more work..."

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Father, if you can get well soon, I won't have to work anymore!"

As they were talking, Su Qingluan seemed to hear someone passing by outside, talking to each other, but she couldn't make out who they were. Su Qingluan said goodbye to her family and went out. What a coincidence! Someone handed her a pillow when she was sleepy - someone really was carrying those pears to the town to sell!

"Hey, young man, how much are these pears?" Su Qingluan felt that the man carrying the shoulder pole looked familiar, but the population of Huaxi Village was not so densely populated, and Su Qingluan did not have very close contacts with the villagers, so she only knew that he was a villager, but did not dare to recognize the young man's name.

But it’s always nice to call him “young man” - after all, the man looks only sixteen or seventeen years old.

The young man, dressed in a blue linen shirt, turned toward Su Qingluan. His complexion, like most villagers, was a healthy tan from years of exposure to the sun and wind. Seeing Su Qingluan, he smiled, revealing a row of white teeth. "Hey, isn't this the young shopkeeper Su?"

Su Qingluan raised an eyebrow when she heard the name. "Huh?" Could it be one of the people who worked with "Su Ji" before? She looked carefully, but didn't have any impression.

Before Su Qingluan could think clearly, the young man had already approached and stuffed two tender yellow pears into her arms: "If you want to eat some, Shopkeeper Su, it's free. They are all grown in our home, and they are sweet and juicy!"