During the time that Su Qingluan was busy designing the outer packaging for the "Four Seasons" series of jams with Mu Xingzhi, she usually went out with Su Guangfu and Yang at dawn.
Otherwise, he would take Mu Xingzhi's pattern drawings and look for craftsmen everywhere, or he would hang out in various porcelain shops and jewelry stores to see if he could find any inspiration. Sometimes he would go to Mu Xingzhi to supplement his cultural knowledge on the meanings behind various gemstones and porcelain.
Therefore, during this period, the family's afternoon snacks were often various rolls, which were easy to make. Su Qingluan could also bring a quick meal with her in the morning, and if she was late, she could eat it on the way.
But after a few days, the two little ones, especially the youngest one Su Xueyan, couldn't stand it anymore.
It’s not that the little girl was crying or protesting, but she really couldn’t stand it.
The weather was getting colder, and burritos were essentially foods that didn't need to be heated. It was fine for adults, but Su Xuanhe was a little older, and moreover, he was usually active and had no shortage of energy, so he didn't think it was a big deal.
But Su Xueyan was less than four years old, and her stomach was still a little weak. After a few cold rolls, she felt a little uncomfortable.
At first, the little girl was very sensible and endured it for fear of worrying her family. But how could she endure it when she was feeling unwell?
So that night, the little girl covered her mouth and ran to the side and vomited all over the floor after eating only a few bites of food, which scared the whole family.
The weather was getting colder, and it was getting dark earlier. At this time, Su Qingluan wanted to go to the county to find the doctor in charge of Huichuntang, and even Mu Xingzhi, who was known for his long-term illness, was postponed to tomorrow by Su Guangfu for fear of disturbing his rest.
"But..." Yang was very anxious as she looked at her little daughter's pale face.
At this time, Su Qingluan had suppressed her inner worries and managed to calm down.
She thought her father was right to worry. Mu Xingzhi's small body was so strong that it seemed like it could fly eight miles away if the wind blew, and she had been ordering him around so much recently. If she didn't let him have a good rest at this time and instead asked him to come and see her younger sister, she might have to take care of two patients at the same time.
"Did he eat something unclean?" Su Guangfu guessed.
Yang shook her head: "We all eat together. If the food is not clean, our whole family will feel uncomfortable."
Su Xuanhe suddenly came over mysteriously and guessed in a mysterious tone: "Could it be that my sister bumped into something unclean... Ouch!" Before he could finish his words, Su Qingluan gave him a slap on the head.
"I've been to the academy for a long time, but I haven't learned much. Instead, I've learned all this nonsense," Su Qingluan said angrily. "Didn't your teacher teach you that 'a gentleman should not speak of strange things'? You should be careful when talking about ghosts and gods?"
She didn't want her third sister, who already had a stomachache, to drink that ghostly talisman water!
Of course, this cannot be said truthfully in an era that advocates superstition. We can only settle for the second best option and use the word "reverence" to explain it.
Sure enough, after hearing Su Qingluan's words, Yang and Su Guangfu had no major objections. Su Guangfu agreed, "Your sister is right. We should respect the gods and ghosts and keep a distance from them. We shouldn't talk about them casually..."
Mrs. Yang had already begun to suspect whether her little daughter had really offended something, and was thinking of asking a fortune teller to check on her little daughter tomorrow.
Su Qingluan couldn't tell her parents that the shaman dance was not reliable at all, so she could only pray that her sister's vomiting and abdominal pain symptoms would be relieved tonight.
So, she simply said to her parents, "Dad and Mom have to go to the stall early tomorrow morning and send Xuan He to school. Let me take care of your sister tonight."
"But don't you have to get up early and go out tomorrow morning?" Yang was very worried.
Su Qingluan shook her head nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter if I get up a little earlier or a little later. But my second brother has to go to school, so he must not be late." She glanced at Su Xuanhe and said, "So go review your lessons quickly, and then go get some rest!"
Su Guangfu glanced at Yang, and the couple exchanged glances. He sighed, "I'll trouble you to take care of the third girl for one night. Your mother and I will try to sell the offal as quickly as possible tomorrow and come back."
Su Qingluan nodded when she heard this, and looked down at her sister who was lying in her arms like a kitten: "Would you like to sleep with me today?"
The little girl had vomited all the food in her stomach, and now she looked a little wilted. She only made a weak "hmm..." sound, and she was completely devoid of her previous lively and agile self, which made Su Qingluan feel distressed.
A child of three or four didn't weigh much, and Su Xueyan wasn't the chubby type to begin with. So Su Qingluan quickly picked her up and placed her on the bed in her room, then turned and headed back to the kitchen.
But when she turned around, she felt someone gently pull her sleeve. Turning back, the little girl said nervously, "I'm sorry... Sister, did I get into trouble?"
"How could you think that?" Su Qingluan caressed Su Xueyan's furry head lovingly, "You don't want to get sick either."
"But sister has been so busy lately and has to take care of me..." The little girl's originally sweet voice became weaker, and even had a bit of crying tone, which made people want to hold her in their arms and comfort her even more.
However, Su Qingluan looked at her sister's smooth little face and stretched out her devil claws - pinching and kneading it. She turned and left in the little girl's stunned eyes, saying before leaving: "Wait for it, sister will make you something to drink."
Soon, Su Qingluan came in again with a bowl.
Candles were lit in the room, and through the flickering candlelight, one could faintly see steam rising from the bowl.
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