Su Qingluan endured the chilly air in the room and changed into a new set of clothes. She then took out the recently improved menstrual belt in size and shape from the overhead cabinet, which she had originally intended to give to Liu Yunniang, and put it on herself.
"I used it myself first." Su Qingluan muttered helplessly, thinking that she should remember to tell Liu Yunniang about this tomorrow, otherwise she was still looking forward to the effect of her "new product".
Su Qingluan calmly changed out of her dirty underwear and put on another set of apricot-colored top and crimson-colored skirt that reached her chest.
This color is relatively heavy, and it seems a bit stuffy in the gradually hot weather, so Su Qingluan previously chose light and lively colors such as aqua or moon white to create a lighter and softer feeling from the visual effect.
However, if you are on your menstrual period, the hem of the skirt is relatively large and the main color is crimson, so if you get any stains on it, you can lie and say it is a water stain to avoid embarrassment and not make it too conspicuous.
But when she changed into this outfit and walked out of the room, Yang was still puzzled: "Hey, Daya, weren't you complaining about the stuffiness of this outfit a few days ago? Now that the weather is getting hotter, why did you change into it again?"
Su Qingluan glanced at Su Xuanhe, who was moving a low table and a small stool to the yard to study because he felt the room was too stuffy. She pulled Yang's sleeve, pulled her into her room, and showed her the blood stains on her clothes.
Yang was an experienced person. When she saw the blood stain on the pants and Su Qingluan's attitude of avoiding other family members, she immediately understood what was going on. So she took Su Qingluan's hand and said with some emotion: "Don't be afraid, Daya. This is not a big deal. You just became a grown-up girl!"
Su Qingluan looked at her mother trying her best to comfort her, and the corners of her mouth twitched: Actually, she wasn't afraid...
However, there is a kind of fear called "your mother thinks you are afraid". She first comforted Su Qingluan with many words in a gentle tone that Su Qingluan had never heard before, and asked her to lie in bed and rest, and never to tire herself out, which made Su Qingluan feel under great pressure.
"Mother, actually I..." Su Qingluan hesitated to speak.
However, before she could organize her words and start speaking, Yang pushed her back: "Just lie down. Mother knows you must have many questions. Wait, I'll get those things."
With that, he lifted the curtain and left.
Su Qingluan didn't have time to open her mouth: "..." She didn't have time to explain!
In fact, Su Qingluan did not feel very uncomfortable. It was the same in her previous life. Perhaps it was due to her physical condition. She had never experienced the pain of menstruation that was "painful to death, and she wished she could die on the spot immediately", which made her very grateful.
But there is still a slight discomfort, which is roughly equivalent to a mosquito bite. In other words, this feeling of discomfort is not felt when you are very busy or focused on other things.
However, if you lie quietly in bed, this feeling of "discomfort" will be amplified.
So Su Qingluan thought that since it was just a distraction, she might as well go out and help Yang with some things within her ability. Although she would try to avoid lifting heavy objects or touching cold water, after all, unless the water was freshly drawn from a deep well, the water temperature in early summer would not be too cold.
Having made up her mind, Su Qingluan rolled over...but her overly vigorous movements were suppressed by the heat rushing from her private parts. She could only stand up slowly and slowly, putting on her shoes, just like in a slow motion movie, and walked towards the kitchen.
Su Qingluan’s plan was very good. She could cut vegetables and cook them without any problem.
Then she was completely blocked by Yang's forces——
"Oh, that water is just drawn from the well. It's too cold. Don't touch it!" Yang glared.
"This dish is cold in nature and cannot be eaten today!" Yang shook her head.
"Oh, that iron pot is so heavy. You'd better be careful not to hurt your waist!" Yang waved her hand.
Su Qingluan was amused by her mother's overly cautious attitude, as if she was facing a great enemy and treading on thin ice. "Mother, I just had my period, not suddenly fell seriously ill and couldn't get up."
Judging from Yang's attitude, I thought she had suddenly contracted an incurable disease, which was why she was so exaggerated.
Instead, Yang looked at Su Qingluan suspiciously. After a while, she lowered her voice and leaned close to Su Qingluan's ear, sighing, "Your child has always been different from other children. When I, those sisters, and the wives and daughters-in-law I know in this village encounter this kind of thing, we are either afraid or shy, and of course curious. How come you are so calm?"
...Because inside my body, your daughter, there is an adult who is not much different from your age - Su Qingluan muttered in her heart.
However, this "shocking" reason cannot be told even if one's mouth is torn apart, but fortunately the reason is ready-made.
Su Qingluan looked around. Neither her brother nor her sister came to the kitchen, so she leaned close to Yang's ear and whispered, "Yunniang has had her period a long time ago, and I even gave her..." Su Qingluan whispered a few words in Yang's ear.
Yang sighed, "So that's how it is. But you will feel uncomfortable after all. You should tell Mother if you feel any discomfort." She stroked her hair and said, "I've told you it's only a few days. Mother can cook the meal herself. Don't you still trust Mother's cooking skills?"
"How can that be possible?" Su Qingluan smiled and took Yang's hand and shook it.
This is not simply because Su Qingluan is saying nice things to Yang, it is indeed the case.
Yang's cooking skills were considered good among housewives. Although not as good as Su Qingluan's, her cooking was not bad after all.
What's more, she was also willing to think about these foods. Since Su Qingluan traveled through time, Yang also learned a lot of ways to cook various ingredients, and even occasionally created a few delicious home-cooked dishes.
In Su Qingluan's opinion, although Yang had not received any professional chef training, her cooking skills were just as good as hers - the taste of home could not be matched by any other skills.
Yang smiled and pushed Su Qingluan out the door: "Now that you know, go back and rest."
"Oh, mother," Su Qingluan turned around and held Yang's hand again. "I wasn't actually that uncomfortable, and I also like to think about food. If I had something to do, I could ignore the discomfort. If I just lay quietly in bed and rest, I wouldn't be that comfortable."
"Really?" Yang was a little suspicious.
"Really, really! Realer than pearls!" Su Qingluan nodded hurriedly, like a chick pecking at rice, causing Yang to smile helplessly: "Okay, okay, I can never win over you. But you have to promise me that you will never show off, do heavy work, or..."
"Oh, mother, if you keep nagging, the sun will set."
"This stinky girl..."
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