Su Qingluan looked at him amusedly: "Look at you, after tossing around for so long, you still have to get up and go to school, right?"
Although Su Xuanhe was no longer the same person he had been at the beginning, he would still be irritated and angry at whatever Su Qingluan said. However, he had just been forced to leave his beloved warm bed, so he was a bit grumpy when he woke up. So he rolled his eyes at Su Qingluan and said, "Hmph, what do you care... Ouch!"
Su Qingluan immediately gave the other person a rude blow on the head: "How can you talk to me like that?!"
Su Xuanhe pouted in grievance, but didn't dare to say anything else. He just turned his head away.
While they were fighting here, Su Guangfu and Yang had already made preparations and were ready to set off.
Although it was still a little light outside, it was still very quiet. Yang carefully closed the outer gate and locked it—Su Xueyan didn't have the key anyway—and they set off towards the town in the hazy morning light, braving the chilly air and the morning mist.
Because of the severe morning fog today, which affected the visibility, the Su family and their group arrived in the town half an hour late, although they did not delay at all.
Fortunately, today everyone was struggling to move forward due to the morning fog, making travel difficult.
When she met Liu Yunniang, Su Qingluan handed her the preserved egg, which made Liu Yunniang laugh and said, "Qingluan, you gave me the preserved egg to make that salty porridge before, and I thought the egg was bad."
After all, that "refreshing" taste made Liu Yunniang think of not some delicious food, but the toilet and the cycle of grains.
Su Qingluan smiled and blinked: "So if you want to accept this thing, it actually takes a lot of courage."
"That's right."
The two chatted for a while about daily life, and then Su Qingluan got straight to the point.
"Yunniang, Madam Xi said that your father is feeling much better now?"
Liu Yunniang nodded, a hopeful smile flickering across her eyes. "That's right. Seeing me busying around, my father can't sit still anymore. He works his ass off every day to get out of bed and help me with some chores."
It was precisely because of this desperate action of getting out of bed every day that Liu Sheng unknowingly performed rehabilitation exercises for patients who had been bedridden for a long time.
Such rehabilitation was originally boring and very painful, but Liu Sheng was determined to help his wife and daughter share some of the burden of life. He was also a strong-willed person. Not only did he persevere, but he was able to gradually let his legs hang down. He was even able to barely support his legs and lean against the side of the hard wall for a while.
This level is already a huge improvement for Yagyu, who had difficulty even getting up at the beginning.
So when she heard Su Qingluan asking about her father's recent health, Liu Yunniang nodded readily: "Although he still can't stand and walk on his own, he is much better than at the beginning."
"Then Yunniang, you should have less burden on your shoulders now, right?"
"That's right." Liu Yunniang was a little amused when she mentioned it. "When I was cutting those offal at home, as long as my father had the strength to sit up, he would rush to help me. Look, 30% to 40% of these offal today are my father's handiwork."
Su Qingluan was stunned: This was totally beyond her expectations.
"They say 'a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen'. It's truly rare for your father to be able to do this," Su Qingluan exclaimed. "And you also said your father only started helping recently, right? He can actually cut so well!"
Liu Yunniang didn't notice Su Qingluan's expression and smiled bitterly, "This is because Dad wanted to help me and did a lot of practice with the ingredients at home - so for a while, every meal at my house was filled with all kinds of strange 'ingredient fragments'."
Su Qingluan couldn't help but laugh out loud when she thought of that scene.
After laughing enough, Su Qingluan looked at Liu Yunniang and suggested: "In that case, Yunniang, why don't you try a new 'part-time job'?"
In the afternoon, perhaps because today's temperature made people feel for the first time that autumn is different from the coldness of summer, the steaming hot and stomach-warming offal soup has been selling faster recently. Often, after noon, the Su family can pack up their stall and leave, which makes Skinny Monkey and Aunt Yang next to them very envious.
When she arrived at the door of her house, Su Qingluan found someone waiting outside her door.
Looking at the man's attire, which wasn't unfamiliar to her, Su Qingluan frowned. "Isn't that a servant from Xie Zian's house? Why would he come to Huaxi Village when he's in such a lowly place?"
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