Su Qingluan was busy designing the outer packaging of the "Four Seasons" series of jams with Mu Xingzhi. She usually went out with Su Guangfu and Yang at dawn in the morning.
Either he would go around looking for craftsmen with Mu Xingzhi's pattern drawings, or he would visit various porcelain and jewelry shops to see if there was any inspiration. Sometimes I would go to Mu Xingzhi to supplement the cultural knowledge behind the meanings of various gemstones and porcelain.
Therefore, during this period, breakfast at home often consists of various burritos, which are easy to make. Su Qingluan can also bring a light meal in the morning. If it is too late, he can eat it on the way.
But within a few days, the two little guys, especially the youngest Su Xueyan, couldn't stand it anymore.
It's not that the little girl is crying in protest, but that she really can't stand it.
The weather is getting cooler, and burritos are essentially foods that don’t require reheating. It's okay to be an adult, but Su Xuanhe is a little older, not to mention usually very active, so he has no shortage of firepower and doesn't feel anything.
But little girl Su Xueyan is less than four years old, and her stomach is still a little weak. After a few cold burritos, she felt a little uncomfortable.
At first, the little girl was very sensible and endured it for fear that her family would be worried. But how can you bear it when you are not feeling well?
So that night, the little girl didn't take even two bites of food, so she covered her mouth and ran to the side and vomited all over the floor, scaring the whole family.
Now the weather is getting cooler and it gets dark earlier and earlier. At this time, not only was he going to the county to find the doctor who was sitting in the Huichun Hall, it was Mu Xingzhi who had "been cured after a long illness". Su Qingluan wanted to go to him, but Su Guangfu pushed it to tomorrow for fear of disturbing others' rest. .
"But..." Mrs. Yang looked anxiously at her little daughter's pale face in pain.
Su Qingluan had restrained his inner worries at this time and managed to calm down.
She said in her heart that her father was right to be worried. According to Mu Xingzhi's small body, which is so small that he can't help but be blown away by the wind, plus the degree of illness that she has been dealing with recently, if he is not allowed to take a good rest at this time, he will be poached instead. Looking at my little sister, she may 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 the same food. If it is not clean, our whole family will be uncomfortable."
Su Xuanhe suddenly came over mysteriously and guessed in a mysterious and mysterious tone: "Maybe my sister bumped into something unclean... Ouch!" Before he could finish his words, Su Qingluan rewarded her with a chestnut.
"I went to school for a long time, but I didn't see much improvement in my knowledge. Instead, I came back with all this nonsense," Su Qingluan said angrily, "Didn't your master teach you that you can't talk about monsters and use your power to confuse the gods?' Regarding ghosts and gods, Do you want to be careful about what you say?"
She didn't want her third sister, who was already feeling uncomfortable in her stomach, to drink that damn talisman water!
Of course, this cannot be said truthfully in an era where superstition is respected. We can only settle for the second best and use "awe" as the first priority.
Sure enough, after hearing Su Qingluan's words, neither Yang nor Su Guangfu had any big objections. Su Guangfu agreed: "Your sister is right, you must respect the gods and spirits, stay away from them, and don't hang around casually. On the lips..."
Mrs. Yang had already begun to wonder if her little daughter had really collided with something, and was thinking of going to ask a goddess to show her little daughter tomorrow.
Su Qingluan couldn't tell her parents that those kinds of dance performances were unreliable. She could only pray that her sister's symptoms of vomiting and abdominal pain would be relieved tonight.
So, she simply said to her parents: "Mom and dad will leave the stall tomorrow morning and send Xuan He to school. Let me take care of my sister tonight."
"But don't you have to get up early and go out tomorrow morning?" Yang was very worried.
Su Qingluan shook his head nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter if I get up early or late. But my second brother must not be late when he goes to school." He glanced at Su Xuanhe and said, "So go and review your books quickly, and then go Rest!"
Su Guangfu glanced at Mr. Yang, and the couple exchanged glances. He sighed: "Those three girls will have to work hard for you to take care of them all night. Tomorrow, your mother and I will try to come back as soon as possible after selling the goods."
Su Qingluan nodded when he heard this, and looked down at his 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 was a little sluggish. She only said a weak "Hmm...", and she was not as lively and lively as before, which made Su Qingluan feel distressed.
Children aged three or four don't have much weight, and Su Xueyan is not the kind of child who prefers to be chubby. So Su Qingluan quickly picked her up in his arms, placed her on the bed in his room, and turned to go to the kitchen.
But she turned around and felt her sleeve being gently pulled. Turning around, the little girl said uneasily: "I'm sorry...sister, did I get into trouble?"
"How could you think so?" Su Qingluan lovingly touched the top of Su Xueyan's furry head, "You don't want to get sick either."
"But sister has been so busy recently and she still has to take care of me..." The little girl's originally sweet voice weakened and became a little crying, making people want to hold her in her arms and coax her even more.
However, Su Qingluan looked at her sister's smooth little face and stretched out her devil's claws - pinched and rubbed. Under the astonished gaze of the little girl, she turned around and left. Before leaving, she said, "Just wait, I'll get you something to drink."
Soon, Su Qingluan walked in again carrying a bowl.
Candles were lit in the room, and through the flickering candlelight, one could faintly see that the bowl was slowly steaming.
"Sister, what is this?" Su Xueyan asked curiously.
Su Qingluan smiled mysteriously: "Delicious stuff."
"Is it a medicinal soup?" the little girl asked a little cautiously.
Su Qingluan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Is the decoction something 'delicious'?"
Su Xueyan shook her head, and then looked like she suddenly realized: "Sister, I know! It's Fu Shui!"
Su Qingluan's hand shook and she almost spilled the contents of the bowl. The corner of her mouth twitched: "If you talk nonsense again, I will really make you drink the soup."
When Su Xueyan heard what her sister said, she quickly stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and shook her head: "I won't say it, I won't say it!"
While talking, Su Qingluan had been blowing cool air into the bowl. When she saw that the temperature was about the same, she dipped her lips into it first to see that it was no longer burning, then she helped Su Xueyan sit down and said: " Drink a little of this and see if it makes you feel better.”
Su Xueyan obediently lowered her head and took a sip of the warm liquid in the bowl. The sweet and sour fruity aroma suddenly attracted the little girl's attention. She quickly lowered her head and wanted to take another sip.
But Su Qingluan was obviously on guard against her drinking too quickly. Seeing her sister lowering her head, she quickly took the bowl back.
"Sister... I, I still want to drink it!" The sweet and sour taste is already very popular with children, and this little girl vomited all the food she ate at night. She was a little hungry at this time, so He stared at Su Qingluan's hand holding the bowl even more eagerly.
Su Qingluan touched her sister's little face soothingly: "Don't worry, this bowl is all yours. I'm just afraid that if you become anxious after drinking, you will feel uncomfortable and vomit it out, then wouldn't it be in vain?"
"Sister, what is this? It tastes so delicious!" The little girl didn't rush to drink it when she heard that it was hers. Instead, she was very curious about the contents of Su Qingluan's bowl. "It's sour and sweet. It's better than what I had before." The sugar water you drink is delicious!”
Su Qingluan thought to herself, "Isn't it delicious?" Can water made with jam that even a dude like Xie Zian approves of it taste bad?
In fact, Su Qingluan was not so sick that she directly used the finished product of "Four Seasons" to brew it for her little sister. Instead, she used the leftovers of semi-finished products without adding tea leaves.
She just wanted to know that the severe vomiting at night, coupled with the fact that her sister didn't eat anymore, might lead to dehydration or metabolic disorders the next day.
Su Qingluan's jam contains a lot of sugar to replenish energy, salt to replenish electrolytes, and even a very small amount of spices to adjust the flavor.
This is an excellent raw material for formulating functional drinks!
So Su Qingluan wanted to make some jam for her sister to drink, so as not to make the little girl feel more uncomfortable in the middle of the night.
Su Xueyan naturally didn't know the reason. She only knew that the warm water was sour and sweet, and she wanted to drink it again.
So one held the bowl and fed slowly, while the other lowered his head and drank slowly. In order to prevent the little girl from drinking too quickly, Su Qingluan would lift the bowl for a moment to let her sister take a breath after every two or three sips.
Just like that, in about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the bowl of water was finally finished.
Su Qingluan observed her sister's expression carefully under the candlelight, and saw that she did not show any pain, so she asked, "Do you still want to vomit?"
The little girl stretched out her little hands to rub her belly and shook her head: "The sweet water is warm. I don't want to vomit."
After hearing this, Su Qingluan's heart moved: "Did Xueyan feel like vomiting because he ate the cold burrito at night?"
Su Xueyan nodded: "Sister, let's not eat burritos tonight, okay? I feel uncomfortable every time I eat them..."
"Are you uncomfortable only when eating burritos?" Su Qingluan asked.
The little girl thought for a moment: "It's not comfortable to drink cold water either..."
Su Qingluan understood at this moment: I am afraid that my little sister did not eat bad food, but ate food that was not too warm in such a cold weather. It was probably the cold food that caused her young digestive system to spasm, which made her want to vomit.
After figuring out the problem, Su Qingluan felt a little guilty: she had been too busy recently and hadn't paid much attention to the food at home.
However, due to her own busyness, the part of the work that she originally needed to share was now shared by Su Guangfu and Yang, which made the whole family not pay much attention to the little girl Su Xueyan.
"Xue Yan, let's take a nap." She went out to wash the dishes and put them away. Su Qingluan came back and covered her sister with a quilt. "When you wake up tomorrow, my sister will prepare delicious food for you."
"Will I not feel uncomfortable again tomorrow?" The little girl was a little worried.
"Well, I promise, we Xueyan won't feel uncomfortable tomorrow." Su Qingluan said, holding her sister in her arms and blowing out the candles.
