After Su Wu left, He Ximei asked Xiaofeng, "Xiaofeng, are we adding the chili to this?"
Xiaofeng smiled, "No, I suddenly want to try a different method."
"Right, it seems we've run out of bottles at home." After taking back the chili peppers, He Ximei remembered this problem, it seemed all the bottles at home had been used up.
"I'll go get some more." Su Old Cripple had been idling at home for days, already restless, "It's also a good opportunity to buy some tools for the house renovation, my injury has almost completely healed, it's time to set a date to start working."
"You should rest for a few more days, just in case the wound reopens, it'd be more trouble than it's worth." Not doing any work seemed fine, but if the injury opened up while working, that's no small matter.
"Auntie is right." Xiaofeng glanced at her dad, "Dad, there's no rush with the house, rest up a bit more, the stitches just came out and it's easy for it to burst open again."
