After dinner, Su Qing was about to clean up the trash on the table when Su Liuying stopped her, "Mother Su, let me take care of it!"
She meticulously cleared the rubbish from the table, and Su Qing wasn't idle either, helping her by holding the plastic bag open for her to put all the trash in.
"Mother Su, why don't you just sit on the sofa and rest for a while?"
Su Liuying pulled Su Qing to the sofa to sit down, then walked over to the hospital bed to start making the bed for her.
"Ah, Liuying!..."
Su Qing saw Su Liuying's movements, but it was already too late to stop her.
"Mother Su, what's wrong?"
As Su Liuying answered Su Qing, she vigorously shook the quilt with both hands, and when she lifted it, she found several little trinkets on the bed.
"What are these?"
Su Liuying stopped her movements, bent down to pick up the items on the bed, and looked them over, immediately noticing they were handmade.
"Mother Su, was this what you were hiding when I came in?"
