Su Qingluan obediently poured a cup of hot water from the house and handed it to Yang, with a fawning smile on her face: "Mother, please drink some water to calm down. It's not worth getting sick from such a small matter. Besides, father didn't mean it..."
"Isn't this a waste of food?" Yang sighed, and finally took the cup of hot water that Su Qingluan handed over. She tilted her head back and drank it in one gulp. She sighed, "Our family is richer than in the past, but we can't waste food like this. We will be struck by lightning!"
"Yes, mother is right!" Su Qingluan nodded enthusiastically in agreement, and took the teacup from Yang's hand very attentively. "The meat has been bought now, and we have no proof. Even if the seller didn't shortchange us on the weight, we can't return it, right?"
"Isn't it? We can only eat it quickly while it's still fresh. The leftovers can be pickled with salt. But no matter how much salt you add, it will inevitably become smelly in the end." As Yang said this, a look of regret began to appear in her eyes.
Su Qingluan patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, mother. With my daughter here, the meat won't go bad!"
"You have another idea?" Although she was still angry with her husband, Yang couldn't help laughing when she saw her eldest daughter's confident tone.
"Don't worry, mother!" Su Qingluan blinked, turned and walked out of the kitchen, and went to the main house to find Su Guangfu.
There was no one in the main house. Su Qingluan searched around the house and found her father squatting alone next to the vegetable garden in the backyard, quietly fixing the climbing rack.
He was a strong man, squatting there in a huddle. Looking at his back, he looked quite lonely and pitiful.
Su Qingluan tiptoed up to Su Guangfu's back and suddenly patted her father on the back: "Dad!"
"Yeah." Su Guangfu didn't even raise his eyelids, and his hands didn't shake at all while fiddling with the shelf. It was obvious that he was not scared by his eldest daughter's little prank.
"Dad, why aren't you surprised at all?" After the prank failed, Su Qingluan felt a little disappointed: Could it be that her father had a pair of eyes on his back when he was doing his work?
"Your footsteps can be heard from eight hundred miles away." After a pause, Su Guangfu lowered his voice, with a less obvious tone of caution, "Your mother... is she still angry?"
"Yeah, very angry," Su Qingluan gestured with her hands to imitate Yang's bold and decisive stance as she chopped the minced meat with her "Double Blade Style." "But Mother took out all her anger on the minced meat."
Su Qingluan didn't know if it was her own illusion, but she felt that when she was describing her mother chopping the meat, her father's back trembled slightly.
Is she blurry-eyed?
After a while, Su Guangfu sighed imperceptibly and muttered softly, "Your mother hasn't been this angry in a long time."
Su Qingluan thought about it and realized that she had never seen Yang and Su Guangfu get angry since she traveled through time. So she became curious: "Dad, when was the last time Mom was angry with you?"
"..." Su Guangfu did not answer, but lowered his eyes again in an attempt to hide his feelings.
Oh, Su Qingluan understood: It seems that no matter what the reason was that mother was angry with father last time, it was probably father who made the mistake.
So Su Qingluan decided to lend a helping hand: "Father, do you want to help Mother calm down as soon as possible?"
Su Guangfu turned his head and looked over at her. "What are you planning, girl?"
"Hey, how can it be a 'ghost idea'?" Su Qingluan was unhappy when she heard this, "I'm helping my father."
Su Guangfu looked Su Qingluan up and down several times and sneered: "I'm afraid I won't have to put in any effort, right?"
Su Qingluan: ...Oh no, I’ve been seen through.
As soon as Su Guangfu saw the expression on his eldest daughter's face, he knew that he had guessed right, and he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly: Although this eldest daughter is quirky, her thoughts are clearly shown on her face, so why is she trying to be so serious with him?
In that case, Su Qingluan immediately stopped her pretense and put on a very fawning smile while massaging Su Guangfu's shoulders. "Father, you've been busy for quite a while, isn't it time to take a break? Otherwise, you'll get tired easily, and I'll be worried about you."
Su Guangfu rolled his eyes. "It seems that they want more than just my physical strength. They also have other requirements." As he said this, he put down the work in his hands and turned around. "Now, what are you planning on doing, girl?"
Su Qingluan stuck out her tongue and whispered, "That's the one... the jar of Shaodaozi that Daddy brought back earlier..."
Su Guangfu raised his eyebrows and said, "Great! I also want to use that jar of Shaodaozi to make medicinal wine in winter. You, little girl, have been thinking about it first!"
"Father, don't worry about the winter medicinal wine for now," Su Qingluan glanced towards the kitchen, "If you don't comfort Mother quickly, there will be no hope of winter medicinal wine!"
Su Guangfu: ...
After a while, Su Qingluan held the jar of Shaodaozi with satisfaction, opened it and took a smell. Instantly, the strong aroma of wine hit her face, making her eyes even hot and painful.
With such strong volatility, it is obviously a high-concentration strong liquor that can be poured in one glass!
Su Qingluan felt dizzy just by smelling the wine jar. She quickly sealed the jar and turned to check the pork she had bought.
In the kitchen, Yang had probably vented most of her anger by chopping the meat, and her movements were gradually returning to their usual rhythm.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Yang turned around and saw her eldest daughter circling the pork she had bought, touching this and poking that.
Yang couldn't help laughing: "How did the pork offend you? Why are you so picky about them?" She glanced at her eldest daughter, who had been looking through the pork for about a cup of tea.
Su Qingluan picked up another piece of pork neck meat and said, "Mother, although father doesn't count the pork, this pork is very fresh and there is no water in it."
Yang laughed. "We're all farmers, dealing with food and livestock all day long. Even if we don't raise pigs, there are definitely neighbors who do. Your father isn't one of those city lords, so how could he not tell if the pork is diluted with water?"
Su Qingluan thought that she had forgotten that Su Guangfu was different from those people who grew up in the city, had only eaten pork but had never seen a pig run!
Thinking of this, she turned to Yang and said, "Mother, shall we pickle this extra pork?"
"Pickled? Add salt?" Yang raised an eyebrow and then shook her head. "No, no, I've tried adding salt, but for some reason the meat always smells rancid and I get diarrhea after eating it. I don't know what the problem is."
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