Su Xiaoxiao looked at the clothes in her hand in disbelief, a bright red coat with a uniquely large red flower on the chest.
Its outdated appearance confird her feeling that it’s sothing she would never wear in her life.
She twitched her mouth and looked at Su Wenbing: "Bro, is there any chance you bought this for our mom?"
"No, such a fashionable style is definitely not suitable for her."
Su Xiaoxiao: Big brother, do you have so misunderstanding about the word fashionable?
Su Wenbing scratched his head under her gaze, suddenly slapped his forehead: "Look at my mory, I bought you shoes too!"
Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao got excited again: "Where, let see."
Her shoes were exposing her toes, she indeed needed a new pair.
Su Wenbing rummaged through the bag and pulled out a pair of bright red stilettos, with a glaring large red flower on the side.
Su Xiaoxiao: "Haha."
Indeed, she shouldn’t have high expectations for her brother’s taste.
However, you can’t deny that when placed next to the red coat, these shoes are absurdly ugly yet harmoniously matched.
Su Xiaoxiao looked utterly defeated, her heart finally gave up.
She stuffed the clothes into Su Wenbing’s arms, subtly saying: "Bro, this outfit is too precious, you should keep it for your future sister-in-law."
"Why be polite with your brother, this is for you, there’s no such future sister-in-law, don’t listen to people talking rubbish."
Hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao sensed sothing’s up, instantly lightened up: "Bro, where is sister-in-law from? What does she do?"
Being questioned like this, Su Wenbing blushed and stamred: "Stop talking nonsense, it’s not the case yet."
Tsk, there’s clearly sothing going on, she would do a little investigation given the chance.
Su Wenbing shoved the clothes into her arms, "It’s yours since I bought it for you, next ti when I get paid I’ll buy you more."
Holding the extrely ugly clothes and shoes, Su Xiaoxiao reluctantly accepted them but keeping them at the bottom of her trunk was her last act of defiance.
She solemnly took the clothes into the inner room and stuffed them at the bottom of her trunk.
"Do you like them so much? I’ll buy you so more next ti, I see a purple one that also looks good."
Su Wenbing remarked with a smile, seeing her seem to love them.
Su Xiaoxiao: "Thank you, but no thanks, Bro."
Seeing her brother wanted to continue the topic, she hurriedly said: "Bro, don’t you usually get off work in the evening? Why are you ho so early?"
"I took half a day off to specially buy clothes for you, spent quite so ti picking them."
With such ugly clothes, they needed choosing?
Alright, indeed, picking out the ugliest among the pretty ones needed so effort.
Su Xiaoxiao was completely speechless regarding her brother’s aesthetic sense, she couldn’t even critique it.
She could only sigh: "I’ll go cook, Bro, take a seat and rest."
Upon hearing this, Su Wenbing’s face turned green imdiately, he caught up in a few strides: "Wait up."
"If you’re hungry, I’ll cook, alright?"
Su Xiaoxiao stared at him puzzled, Su Wenbing said ambiguously: "Your health isn’t good, let do it."
"Bro, don’t worry, my health is really good lately."
Su Xiaoxiao didn’t suspect him, assuming her brother was sincerely worried about her, because the original character indeed grew up frail and sickly.
As she spoke, she was already in the kitchen, deftly washing rice and cutting at, preparing to make braised at rice.
Her brother looked at her like a hopeful child, face filled with constipation.
Su Xiaoxiao felt creeped out under his gaze: "Bro, are you hungry? There are still corn buns and pickled radishes, do you want so first?"
Su Wenbing hesitated for a long ti before speaking: "Little sister, maybe you should let do it, last ti you almost set the house on fire while cooking."
Su Xiaoxiao: Oh dear, the original character was also terrible at cooking.
She chuckled awkwardly: "Bro, don’t worry, I am good at cooking now."
As she spoke, she poured the at into the pot and started stir-frying, her movents were skillful.
Su Wenbing watched wide-eyed: "Little sister, since when did you beco so good at cooking?"
"I don’t know how it happened, I just suddenly got the hang of it."
Su Xiaoxiao could only vaguely say, trying to fudge through.
No sooner had she finished speaking, her brother stared at her, all serious, which startled her suddenly, surely her la excuse wouldn’t arouse suspicion?
Unexpectedly, the next mont, Su Wenbing suddenly hugged her, eyes red: "Little sister, you’ve suffered."
Watching his little sister cooking so skillfully made Su Wenbing feel a pang of sadness.
Before, when their father was still the village chief, their family conditions were good, and as the only girl in the family, Su Xiaoxiao need not cook at all.
Of course, it wasn’t because she burned the pot through during her first cooking attempt.
Liu Cuilan ca ho, saw smoke coming from the kitchen, froze for a mont, cursed internally, and rushed in pouring a basin of water: "Quick, where’s the fire?"
Su Xiaoxiao and Su Wenbing turned their heads in unison, looking puzzled: "Mom, what are you doing?"
Liu Cuilan saw the brightly colored braised at in the pot, put down the basin: "Made jump, I thought the third one was cooking again."
Saying that, she went over to look in the pot, admired: "Big brother, didn’t realize, your cooking skills have improved so much."
Su Xiaoxiao: "Mom, is there a possibility the at is cooked by ?"
Liu Cuilan: "Have you gone crazy or have I gone crazy? You don’t even know how much water to add for steaming rice, how could you cook at?"
Seeing her clearly disbelieving look, Su Wenbing couldn’t help but speak up for his little sister: "Mom, this at is really made by my little sister, I saw it myself."
The surroundings instantly fell silent, Liu Cuilan twitched her mouth, looked at the potful of at heartbrokenly: "Sigh, all that at is wasted."
Great, there wasn’t even basic trust between mother and daughter anymore.
Su Xiaoxiao watched her mom looking like she was about to faint from heartbreak, silently picked up a piece of at from the pot and handed it over.
"Mom, would you like to taste it first?"
Liu Cuilan stared at the alluringly glossy pork belly in front of her, swallowed her saliva, was about to open her mouth, then rembered sothing.
She cautioned Su Wenbing beside her: "Big brother if I faint later, don’t send to the clinic, just pour so cold water."
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
After giving caution, Liu Cuilan bravely took the at, closed her eyes and took a bite, imdiately opened her eyes in shock.
Soft, savory, with every bite there was fragrance left on the tongue.
This was too delicious!
Even more shocking was that such delicious at was made by her third daughter who only knew how to burn the kitchen.
Just then, a clear pleasant male voice ca from outside the door: "Mom, what did you make? It slls so good?"
Seeing it was the second son, Su Fusheng, Liu Cuilan replied with a smile: "Your little sister made braised at, co and try it."
Upon hearing it was his little sister’s cooking, Su Fusheng retreated two steps in fear: "Mom, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to take you to the clinic?"
The original character’s only two cooking instances caused one ti of burning through the pot, and one ti successfully sending the second brother Su Fusheng to the clinic.
Recalling the days of vomiting and diarrhea, Su Fusheng looked extrely constipated.
At this mont, the courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open.
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