"What?" Su Sanhu was not quite sure what she meant.

"Since Third Brother isn't planning to sleep tonight anyway, why don't you come with me somewhere?" Su Hua glanced at the sky; the moon had faded a bit, it must be midnight, and in two more hours it would be dawn.

“If you go there and your third brother still insists on going to Southeast Asia, I won’t stop you.”

He's right, deep affection shouldn't be betrayed.

But the premise is that the deep affection remains unchanged.

"Where are we going?" Su Sanhu followed Su Hua down the hillside, and when he realized they were heading towards the center of the village, he was even more puzzled. "What are we doing in the village so late at night?"

Before he could finish speaking, a dog barked.

Su Hua didn't reply to him, but instead quickly took out a small dumpling from her sleeve and threw it in.

Almost instantly, the barking stopped.

Su Sanhu stared in disbelief at her cuffs, then whispered, "Hua'er, you're carrying the sleeping potion that Wang Ergou and the others used on you so late at night?"

Not only did they pull out a mahogany box earlier, but now they also have some kind of sleeping pill.

Could Hua'er's sleeves be the Qiankun sleeves mentioned in operas?

Su Hua's lips twitched, and she calmly shook her head.

Her hands kept moving, though she hadn't expected the cabbage in this space to taste so good.

As you walk along, you see that the three dogs kept by the villagers of Shanghe Village—Dahuang, Laifu, and Wangcai—each have a piece of cabbage, and they are all unusually quiet and well-behaved.

Of course, this doesn't include our own little black dog. When it left the hospital, it saw Su Hua and her brother, and since they ignored it, it just wagged its tail and obediently closed its eyes to continue its nap.

So far, the two of them did not make a sound until they reached the back of the Meng family's house.