When Su Qingluan returned home, Su Xueyan had already woken up. She was looking at the note Su Qingluan left on the table and muttering to herself, no one knew what she was saying.
Su Qingluan was so touched by her sister's sad smile that she walked over to her and hugged her in her arms and asked, "What is my third girl looking at?"
"Sister, why are you writing upside down?" The little girl raised her big watery eyes and asked in confusion.
Su Qingluan was also stunned by her sister's question: Huh? Writing backwards? How come she doesn't know she has this problem?
Leaning over to take a look, Su Qingluan understood: she was so intent on playing a trick on Mu Xingzhi that leaving the note was a subconscious act without thinking, so she wrote horizontally from left to right, completely following the habit left over from her previous life.
However, even if there were horizontal texts in this era, they were read from right to left. Su Xueyan had not received any modern literacy education, so she was not used to reading from left to right. From her perspective, the note left by Su Qingluan looked "reversed."
Telling the truth was naturally impossible. Su Qingluan rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "My little sister has learned so many words, so I left a note with some words in a random order to see if you can understand what it says."
As she spoke, she crumpled up the note on the table, intending to throw it into the stove to destroy it later - her sister, who was three or four years old, was easier to coax, but the same might not be true for other people in the family!
Fortunately, the process of "destroying the corpse and covering up the traces" went very smoothly. When the little Su Xueyan saw the plump white rice cakes on the table, she completely forgot about the order of order and looked at Su Qingluan with sparkling eyes: "Sister, are these all mine?"
Su Qingluan pretended to be heartbroken, "Sister, I've wasted half a day's effort. Could it be that San Ya only wants to eat all the food and doesn't want to share with me?"
"No, no, I don't want to share!" The little girl hurriedly pushed all the rice cakes in front of Su Qingluan to show her loyalty. In order to show that she was not lying, she even picked up a rice cake and stuffed it into Su Qingluan's mouth.
Su Qingluan was really not prepared for her younger sister's brilliant move, and she almost choked to death.
Fortunately, Su Qingluan reacted quickly enough and used both hands to rescue herself from the terrifying rice cake attack. She carefully pinched the rice cake that her sister had just "presented" to her and said, "Go wash your hands before eating! Also, chew slowly and carefully, be careful not to choke!"
Although she had designed the rice cakes to be smaller in size to prevent children from choking, they were still not the size that could be swallowed whole.
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan was somewhat glad that Su Xueyan had not had time to eat the rice cakes before she came back.
Although the little girl is not the type to eat in a hurry, if anything unexpected happens, it will be too late for her to regret.
I coaxed my sister to eat a piece of red date paste and a piece of jam bit by bit. After she ate two pieces of rice cakes, the little girl, who didn't have a big appetite to begin with, felt a little full now.
Su Qingluan was afraid that she would not be able to eat later that night and would be hungry in the middle of the night, so she took her to play hopscotch in the yard - anyway, the mustard greens had been chopped and pickled with salt, and the rest would come down to time.
When Su Guangfu and Yang brought Su Xuanhe home, the little girl Su Xueyan was still playing hopscotch in the yard. As for Su Qingluan, the old cucumber with green paint, she was so tired from working overtime for half a day and playing a prank that she sat aside and watched her sister play.
Yang also knew that Su Qingluan was probably exhausted after cutting so many mustard greens, so she didn't ask her to help with cooking that night.
But when she saw Su Qingluan carrying out the remaining rice cakes for everyone to taste, she felt a little distressed and scolded: "You are already tired from cutting the mustard greens, why are you still making rice cakes?"
Su Qingluan: ...Isn't this just revenge for the Coptis chinensis incident?
Of course, if she told the truth, Su Qingluan felt that she would be beaten up by a mixed doubles match—although it might not be a physical attack but a mental one—so she compromised and gave an ambiguous reason: "Because my hands are itching."
The itching in her hands naturally meant she wanted to play a prank, but it was obvious to Yang that her daughter wanted to make some pastries to satisfy her hunger.
"Why make yourself so tired..." Yang touched Su Qingluan's hair with heartache and asked her to go into the house to rest.
Su Qingluan thought to herself, if you knew how I had "treated" Mu Xingzhi with rice cakes today, you probably wouldn't have reacted like this.
But she was happy to relax because she didn't have to finish cooking - mainly because she was really tired, so Su Qingluan was lazy.
Nothing happened that night. The next day, Su Qingluan went to the stall with her parents. In the morning, she met Liu Yunniang who came to hand over her sewage.
"Yunniang, are you okay? You look really good today!" Su Qingluan looked at Liu Yunniang, who couldn't suppress the smile, and asked curiously, "Looking at you like this, did something good happen to you?"
Liu Yunniang nodded. "Happy events always make people feel cheerful. My family is moving to a new house, so it's hard not to be happy. When you're in a good mood, you'll naturally recover faster!" She turned around and said, "Look, I feel better than before I got sick!"
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "What on earth makes you so happy? Could it be..."
Suddenly remembering the neatly packed luggage she had seen at the Liu family before, Su Qingluan suddenly had an idea: "Did you move into the new house today?"
"Not yet. The real day is tomorrow, but I wanted to tell you something today. I was thinking, if it's convenient for you, would you like to come over... for a hot pot?"
The so-called "warm pot" is an indispensable ritual after moving into a new home. Although according to superstition, there are mysterious sayings such as exorcising evil spirits and worshiping gods in the process of warming pot, but in the eyes of Su Qingluan, an atheist, hot pot is nothing more than an indispensable process to turn a cold "house" into a "home" with the smell of fireworks.
Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Since we're going to a 'hot pot', why not just eat hot pot?"
Liu Yunniang's eyes lit up: "Can you come?"
"We are all friends, of course you can come! But you have to come early, otherwise we won't be able to catch the last wave of drums to leave the city." Su Qingluan joked.
In fact, Su Qingluan had her own considerations for suggesting eating hot pot.
Hot pot in this era rarely has a soup base. At most, it contains universal seasonings such as green onions and ginger to remove fishy smells. Basically, everything is boiled in plain water, and the taste depends entirely on the dipping sauce to be adjusted later.
So even if everyone has different tastes, they only need to be responsible for their own dipping sauce. There is no need to accommodate the tastes of one or several people like with home-cooked meals.
What's more, hot pot dishes are easy to prepare and do not require any complicated cooking skills. It reduces the burden for both the guests and the host, so why not do it?
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