Today was not the official start of work, and because Su Qingluan was already familiar with the process of screening workers for various positions, all the necessary screening work was completed in just half a day.

Even when he later discussed the contract for the offal soup stall with Liu Yunniang, he returned home at the usual time when dinner was being prepared.

Su Qingluan thought that even if her mother had started preparing dinner at this time, she probably wouldn't have finished. Furthermore, although everyone's bodies had gradually recovered, they weren't fully healed.

Although Su Qingluan didn't restrict everyone, especially her parents, from doing housework within their ability, otherwise it would be counterproductive if they got sick, she was still afraid that they would accidentally overdo it and end up doing the same chores all over again, which would be counterproductive.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan quickly quickened her pace and walked towards the kitchen.

I was stunned when I walked in. My mother was squatting beside a big basin, and my father was also squatting beside it, which was rare. The two of them were whispering to each other. I didn't know what they were talking about, but their expressions showed that they were worried about something.

Su Qingluan walked over to take a look out of curiosity - wow, there was nothing else in the basin but a bunch of lively river shrimps!

However, compared to the shrimps bought from Hu Laoliu yesterday, the shrimps this time were much smaller. The longest one was only as long as Su Xueyan's finger joint. It would be more appropriate to call them "small shrimps" rather than river shrimps.

As they got closer, Su Qingluan could clearly hear what Su Guangfu and Yang were mumbling about as they squatted beside the basin.

"Can the meat be peeled off from such a small river shrimp?" Yang looked at the small shrimp jumping in her hand with some doubt. It was very active, but there was no meat on it.

It's more than just two taels, it's even a question whether there will be any meat.

"What can I do? I've been using that scoop net for more than two hours... Who knew that all I caught were these little shrimps..." There was a rare hint of grievance and frustration in Su Guangfu's tone, and if you listened carefully, he also sounded a little tired.

"Have you drunk the ginger soup just now?" Yang asked worriedly.

"I've drunk it all. Don't be too loud. If Daya hears me going out, she'll start nagging me again..."

Two people squatted beside the basin and whispered to each other, and Su Qingluan subconsciously slowed down her footsteps, so the two people had no idea that someone was approaching from behind, and they didn't notice that the words they didn't want to be heard were completely interrupted.

Su Qingluan narrowed her eyes, temporarily suppressing the anger rising in her chest. She gently leaned close to the back of her father and mother's heads and asked softly, "What am I going to say now?"

Although the sound was as soft as a whisper, it frightened one of the two middle-aged men in front so much that he trembled all over and jumped a dozen feet away, while the other screamed loudly, almost damaging Su Qingluan's eardrum.

Su Qingluan looked at Yang helplessly, "Mother, please keep your voice down. My ears are going deaf."

"Hey, girl, what are you doing standing back there so quietly?" Yang kept calming herself down, determined not to pass on her illness to Su Qingluan. She took two or three steps to the side, creating some distance between them. "Are you born in the year of the cat? How come you walk so quietly?"

Su Qingluan thought that she couldn't tell. Although Yang and Su Guangfu looked honest, they were capable of pretending to be stupid at critical moments.

So she said with a smile: "Mother, you are wronging me. I walked here normally, but you and father were so focused on what you were talking about that you didn't notice me..."

"Kid, what can we say? We're just discussing what to make for dinner tonight... Look at these river shrimp, they're so fresh and so alive!"

Su Qingluan couldn't help but twitch her lips at Yang's abrupt turn, which was as abrupt as the drifting of Akina Mountain. However, it was obvious that she didn't want to be fooled by the two patients who were "knowingly committing a crime" in front of her. So she asked with a smile, "These shrimps are very fresh, but they are a little small. Where did you buy them, mother?"

Yang was clearly not one to lie. Sometimes she said it was sold by a street vendor carrying a shoulder pole, and sometimes she said it was given to her by someone else. Her story was so full of loopholes that even Su Guangfu, who was standing by, couldn't stand it anymore and ran over to "confess": "I caught it."

After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and turned his head away. He looked like a criminal who had fallen into the law and was waiting to be executed on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Yang said "Hey" with some complaint and patted Su Guangfu on the back. The implication was nothing more than: I am still making up lies, why did you confess everything first?

But seeing Su Qingluan's eyes narrowed, he knew that the eldest girl was unhappy, so he quickly tried to make amends for his husband, saying, "Daya, we've been resting at home for a few days now, and apart from a slight cough, he's recovered. Besides, when your father came back, I gave him ginger soup and he took a nap for two quarters of an hour. It's nothing serious, don't worry!"

Su Guangfu obviously realized that Su Qingluan must have heard the whole story, so he hurried over. Fearing that she might have passed on the disease, he stopped two or three steps in front of Su Qingluan, then took a step to the side and explained, "Girl, just like your mother said, I drank some ginger soup, and I'm fine."

Su Qingluan lost her temper after hearing these two people's words. She could only sigh and say, "Father, the weather outside has started to change recently. The autumn wind is getting colder. I'm worried that you will get a new illness before your old one is healed. That would be bad."

"No, there are no new illnesses. Don't worry, little girl." Su Guangfu assured quickly.

"Father and mother are almost recovered. Just bear with it for two or three more days. It won't be difficult for them to go out and relax when they want to." Su Qingluan sighed: These two people are always like children. They are only over thirty years old. How come they still have such childishness?

Is it really true that “a man remains a boy until he dies”?

Seeing that Su Qingluan was still looking at them with disapproval, Yang said, "Don't think your father is out having fun, Da'er. He just saw that you wanted to eat shrimp, and he thought buying shrimp from Hu Laoliu's shop was too expensive, so he couldn't help but go and catch them himself."

Sui Qingluan was stunned at first when he heard this, then a warm current of emotion filled his heart, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Su Guangfu, however, seeing that Yang had spoken out, stepped forward and said, "Hu Laoliu's shrimp are sold with a net. They release the small shrimp, leaving the remaining ones that are slightly larger. We don't have one of those nets, so we can only eat these smaller ones, but they are just as fresh. Don't go to Hu Laoliu and get taken advantage of."

Su Qingluan looked at the little shrimp, feeling a bit amused and helpless. She knew her father had given her all, but she wasn't completely taken advantage of either. There were also deliberate factors. However, these details were not meant to be shared with outsiders.