After dinner, Yang did needlework under the lamp, while Su Guangfu went outside to repair the roof - it rained some time ago, and there was some water seepage in the upper corner of the east wall. Although it was not serious, it still needed to be repaired.
Usually at this time, Su Qingluan would help her younger siblings write and draw on the ground in the yard, or teach them a few words, or tell them a short story that was not too simple as "bedtime reading."
Usually at times like this, the two little ones listen very attentively - especially when they are talking about famous scenes in "Journey to the West", such as the Havoc in Heaven and the Three Fights with the White Bone Demon.
This kind of mythological story is very attractive to children in any era. The two little ones often couldn't open their eyes after listening to it, and they kept pestering Su Qingluan to tell them another story.
But tonight, although Su Xuanhe also perked up and sat next to Su Qingluan, Su Qingluan found that he was obviously not as energetic as before, and he looked listless.
Su Qingluan frowned slightly: "What? Are you feeling unwell?"
At first, Su Xuanhe frowned and refused to admit it.
Later, Su Qingluan saw his awkward look and gave him a slap on the head: "Why is the child so bitter and resentful? How did you develop such an awkward personality?"
Seeing him rubbing his stomach constantly, Su Qingluan understood that the spicy taste in his stomach was most likely not yet completely absorbed.
Su Qingluan first coaxed her sister to go find her mother, and then she asked Su Xuanhe to go back to his own room and lie on the bed.
She went to the kitchen, boiled some hot water in a clay pot, and added some sugar to it. The sweetness in it could quickly neutralize the spiciness, and the water itself could also neutralize the spiciness of the Evodia rutaecarpa.
Su Qingluan seldom entered her brother's room - after all, he was only seven or eight years old, which was the age that was neither too old nor too young.
In theory, the original body and Su Xuanhe are siblings, so there is no need to care about so many things like outsiders.
However, as a "family member who was just recognized not long ago", Su Qingluan could vaguely feel that her parents and her younger brother still regarded her as a "stranger".
Of course, they didn't mean to exclude me on purpose, but it was true that I had missed more than ten years of time together.
But her parents were okay, they were adults after all, and they just treated her a little more politely than the other two children - this kind of politeness was exactly what Su Qingluan needed.
After all, it was hard for her to imagine that she, an adult in her twenties in spirit, was being "disciplined" by two peers who were not much older than her.
Su Xuanhe often acted like a little rooster ready to fight, as if he was afraid that he would look down on him.
On the contrary, the little girl Su Xueyan, probably because she is relatively young and has the attribute of a foodie, so as long as he makes more delicious food, the little girl's favorability will increase rapidly.
As these chaotic thoughts flashed through her mind, Su Qingluan was already standing at her brother's door.
"Second brother, I'm your elder sister. Can I come in?" Su Qingluan called out at the door.
"What are you doing coming in here?" The voice inside was muffled. It must be that the child covered himself with the quilt.
"I made you some sugar water. Drink it and you'll feel better."
“I don’t want to…”
This naughty kid!
Su Qingluan snorted, thinking that the brat was really hard to please, so she simply pushed the door open and walked in without any courtesy - what respect, what privacy, in front of the naughty child, Su Qingluan said that if she tried to talk and negotiate outside, she might not be able to enter the house tonight!
Unlike his own room which was specially cleaned out, Su Xuanhe's room was obviously cleaned out from a storage room - there were many farm tools and carpentry tools in the outer room.
After crossing a wooden threshold, I arrived at the inner room.
There was nothing extra in the farmhouse. Just like Su Qingluan's room, there was only a wooden bed for sleeping, a small wooden stool, and a wooden box at the head of the bed for storing miscellaneous items.
There was even a small wooden table in Su Qingluan's room.
The room was pitch black and the little boy didn't light a candle.
With the little light from the door, Su Qingluan looked at the quilt rolled up on the bed and said expressionlessly, "Get up and drink some sugar water."
"I'm not getting up!" A muffled voice came from under the quilt, "Every time my mother asks me to drink medicine, she says it's just sugar water."
Well, my mother’s credit is ruined and my reputation is damaged.
Thinking about the boy's unyielding character, Su Qingluan sneered, "Aren't you a man? Aren't you laughing at others for being cowards? Do men fear taking medicine?"
As expected, provoked by this, Su Xuanhe threw back the quilt with a whoosh: "Isn't it just taking medicine? Who's afraid?!"
Su Qingluan: ...This kind of personality is really easy to understand. I guess even if I repeat the provocation method ten thousand times, this little brat will still take the bait.
Of course, the bowl contains real sugar water.
Perhaps because her actions were consistent with her words, Su Qingluan discovered that little Su Xuanhe's angry condition improved after drinking the sugar water.
Specifically, he was much more frank than before.
"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Su Qingluan took the empty bowl and asked with her head down.
"A little bit..." Su Xuanhe muttered weakly.
"That's what they call 'dieing for face only to suffer in life,'" Su Qingluan scoffed rudely. "You said you can't eat spicy food, so why give yourself a stomachache?"
“…”
"Forget it, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it." Su Qingluan said that she would not bother with the awkward child.
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