[1]Transmigrated As A Delicate Bundle Of Luck For A Farming Family

Ch 168:Love What I Love, Worry What I worry

After the women were done cleaning, Old Master Wang and his family went back.

Chen Hu and his family were the last to return.

After cleaning up and going to bed.

Su Sanlang was almost sober.

Madam Zhao leaned against his arm and said gently, "Sanlang, let's take some time to visit my sister's family."

Su Xiaozhi didn't come today, which made Madam Zhao worried.

Logically speaking, if nothing unexpected happened to Su Xiaozhi, she would definitely come.

But she didn't come, so something must have happened.

Madam Zhao felt uneasy. A few years ago, after Su Xiaozhi found out the reason, she took off the silver bracelet and gave it to her without any explanation. She could not forget this love.

Thinking of Su Xiaozhi, Madam Zhao also felt a faint worry in her heart.

"Alright, then let's go tomorrow afternoon."

Su Sanlang agreed. He reached out to hold Madam Zhao's hand and looked at her quietly.

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In the darkness, Madam Zhao could feel how gentle Su Sanlang's gaze was.

Su Sanlang reached out and gently smoothed Madam Zhao's hair by her ear. He said gently, "Darling, thank you."

Love what I love, worry what I worry.

Madam Zhao's cheeks heated up slightly. She burrowed into Su Sanlang's arms and leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. She said gently, "There's no need to thank me."

They were husband and wife, to begin with. They should share hardships and wealth.

Su Sanlang hugged Madam Zhao tightly, his heart at ease.

Sleepiness claimed them both.

The mid-autumn festival was on the 15th of August.

Su Sanlang came into town early in the morning with his family carrying casks of sauerkraut and pickles.

Su Xiaolu and Su Xiaoling went to the Sun residence together.

There was no acupuncture for Sun Baoshan and Sun Baoqian yesterday. Su Xiaolu took their pulses first before returning to the courtyard with Su Xiaoling.

Su Xiaoling made two medicinal dishes.

Su Xiaolu watched as round meatballs formed in Su Xiaoling's hands. She couldn't help but swallow. "Sis, they look delicious."

She and her master were still cooking porridge for medicinal cuisine, but her third sister was different.

It was starting to move in the direction of gourmet food.

This little meatball has crispy pickle foam in it.

There was also pigeon soup. Su Xiaolu felt that it was too fragrant.

She would not eat the pigeon soup, but she could eat at least two of these meatballs.

If not for Sun Baoshan and Sun Baoqian guarding them, she could have eaten two more.

The water boiled. There was no oil in it. Su Xiaoling made the meatballs one by one. When she saw Su Xiaolu and the other two swallowing their saliva, she felt a little shy, but she couldn't help but smile.