Su Sanlang, Madam Zhao, and Su Xiaoling giggled and finally stopped putting food into Su Xiaolu's bowl.
Su Xiaolu was full. She rarely ate until she was full. Today was an exception.
Therefore, after dinner, she made herself some digestive medicine and soaked it in water. She even injected two needles into her food acupoint to help her digestion.
She was really too full.
She began to prepare the medicine. Su Xiaoling went to Su Xiaolu's side. "Xiaolu, is there anything I can help with?"
Su Xiaolu gave Su Xiaoling a few herbs and said, "Help me grind them all."
As Su Xiaoling ground the herbs, she asked, "Xiaolu, what are these herbs for? Who are they for?"
Su Xiaoling was a little worried about Madam Zhao's health. Had she been too worried recently?
Su Xiaolu narrowed her eyes and said, "This is something I prepared for those people. I can't do anything to them openly, but I can't do nothing."
