At Little Su's house, Su Yuan left in the carriage. Su Xiaoxiao went to the forest behind the kitchen to sharpen her knife.
The setting sun shone diagonally on the top of her head through the bamboo leaves.
When Su Yuniang walked over with her daughter, who had been in her arms for more than a month, she saw this back view.
This girl had really lost a lot of weight.
Su Yuniang sighed as she moved a small stool and sat down beside Su Xiaoxiao.
"Are you a blind cat who bumped into a dead rat?"
Su Xiaoxiao asked, "What?"
Su Yuniang said, "The medicine for that master. Why are you so bold? Aren't you afraid that something will happen to him… "
Su Xiaoxiao continued to sharpen her knife. "He's fine!"
The little fellow in her arms nodded. Su Yuniang picked her up and patted her back gently, helping her burp out.
Su Yuniang said, "I'll go to the government office tomorrow and move the household register out."
