She walked around to the back of the wheelchair, "Fourth Brother, there's a 'slope' ahead. You can turn the wheels hard, and I will push from behind, then we can get in."
He felt disappointed that she could not carry him anymore, yet he thought she was really clever, "Alright..."
With that plank from earlier and a couple of stones, he used his strength. Su Qingyue didn't push much from behind, and the wheelchair entered the kitchen.
As it touched the ground, the wheelchair wobbled slightly, but he was prepared and sat firmly in the wheelchair.
He thought later he would carry a door plank and stones with him, so he could enter even other people's doorsteps. As long as he practiced more, he could steady the wheelchair on 'slopes' like these without anyone pushing.
After Xiao Qinghe entered the kitchen in his wheelchair, he took the initiative to move the basin to the table and started washing the unfinished vegetables in the basin. "Qingyue, you rest. I will cook dinner."
