"Mom, are you growing peppers for grandma?" Nianli raised her rosy little face, her eyes full of innocence and expectation. Su Jinli's heart moved, thinking of her biological mother. She gently touched her daughter's head and said with a smile: "For your father to eat, he can eat spicy food the best."
Jiang Yan happened to come out of the study. Upon hearing this, he pretended to be angry and said, "Madam is making up stories about me again. How could I really like spicy food that much?" But Si Yan excitedly pushed the abacus in front of him and said, "Dad, the Wang family has enough money to buy 100,000 strings of candied haws!"
At this moment, Young Marquis Su ran in excitedly, carrying a brand new wooden sword. "Sister! I made a small sword for Siyan. I can teach him martial arts in the future!" Su Qingyao followed with light steps, holding up the newly blended "Zhuangyuanhong" rouge. "Nianli, come and try this. It's much better than those tacky gouaches from the Wang family."
Su Xiang stroked his beard and walked in slowly from the door, holding a silver note in his hand: "Jinli, Daddy has opened a bookstore for you in Jiangnan. If you have anything you want to write, just write it. It will be Daddy's apology to you."
The afterglow of the setting sun gently shone across the courtyard, casting a golden glow over everything. Si Yan and Nian Li chased butterflies in the courtyard, their laughter as clear and melodious as silver bells. Young Marquis Su diligently taught them sword dancing, each move a masterful one. Su Qingyao sat nearby, intently blending her rouge, her expression of concentration as if she were creating a peerless treasure. Jiang Yan accompanied Su Jinli, sorting through the pages of a book together, occasionally exchanging a smile, their eyes filled with love and warmth.
Su Jinli looked at this warm and beautiful scene, feeling a surge of emotion in her heart. She suddenly realized that the endless grievances of her past life had long since turned into sweet memories in the passage of time, sweetening every day of this life.
"What are you thinking about, Madam?" Jiang Yan held her hand, his eyes full of doting.
"I was thinking," Su Jinli smiled, her smile as bright as a flower blooming in spring, "Let's have stir-fried pork with chili peppers tonight, add more chili peppers, and treat everyone well."
The whole family couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this. The laughter drifted out of the prime minister's residence like a spring breeze, startling the pigeons perched on the eaves. In this life, she had finally transformed all her grievances into honey, living with her beloved family, a life sweeter than even a sugar painting. This sweetness would continue through the long river of time, stretching into eternity.
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