The next day, Qiao Duo'er got up a bit late.
Her stomach still hurt, but it was much better than yesterday.
When she got up, Sun Erhu had already cooked a pot of white rice porridge and exchanged a bowl of it for a plate of pickles from Hu's Clan.
Because his taste had been spoiled by Qiao Duo'er, he couldn't stomach anything he fried himself, and even thought the pickles made by Hu's Clan were distasteful.
Sun Erhu silently decided that his only requirement for a future wife would be that she must be good at cooking.
After all... one can't bring one's wife over to someone else's house for meals after getting married, can they?
Duo'er ate half a bowl of plain porridge listlessly before putting down her chopsticks.
After breakfast, she got to work right away.
She minced some ginger, mixed it with brown sugar, and put it in a pot to steam over water.
With the fire on low, she quickly went back home to sew another cloth pouch, this time adding a strip of cloth to secure it.
