Chapter 227 - Chapter 227: Don I t worry.

Chapter 227: Don I t worry.

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While drifting through sleep, Xiao Yishan seemed to feel a bitter liquid flowing into his mouth. He instinctively wanted to spit it out, but was met with a soft, wet object. The moist thing kept transferring water into his mouth, and he couldn’t spit it out, forcing him to swallow unconsciously.

Su Qingyue finished transferring the medicine from her mouth to her second brother’s and picked up the bowl again, taking a large mouthful to continue giving him medicine. Inevitably, her face was close to his, and his beard rubbed against her, tickling and stinging her.

Xiao Yuchuan was drowsily watching from the side, seeing his wife’s profile as she knelt, her head bowed, on the bed without knowing what she was doing. He muttered “wife” before falling into a deep sleep again.

Qingyue heard his voice and stiffened, feeling guilty as if she had been caught seducing another man by her husband. She hurriedly finished giving her brother the medicine in her mouth, and got down from the bed.

As the soft lips left him, Xiao Yishan instinctively felt a loss. In his slumber, he stretched out his hand, trying to hold her, but his hand was too heavy to lift.

Su Qingyue walked towards the kitchen with the empty medicine bowl and spoon, her stomach growling from hunger. It was at least nine in the evening, and she hadn’t even had dinner let alone lunch.

She thought of Xiao Qinghe, too.

Passing by the window of the secondary bedroom, she stopped to look in and immediately met Xiao Qinghe’s anxious gaze as he leaned in.

Qinghe was always calm and elegant, and for him to be so anxious, he must be really worried about his second and third brothers.

She parted her lips, “Both second brother and third brother will be alright. Don’t worry, I’m here.”

Xiao Qinghe looked into her bright eyes and felt an inexplicable sense of reassurance. His wife always gave him a feeling of confidence. He nodded slightly, ‘Mm.”

“I’ve treated second brother’s injury, but third brother’s health problems are not going to be solved overnight. I need to make dinner now.”

“Qingyue, thank you for your hard work.” His clear, tranquil eyes held a trace of heartache.

She dismissed it, “It’s not hard at all.”

He watched her enter the kitchen and then go out to the yard, to the shed they had built, to get more firewood. Then, she came out again to pour the rice water…

After Su Qingyue washed the rice, she had originally planned to start the fire herself to cook…but then she remembered she had told Xiao Qinghe that she didn’t know how to use a flintstone. Actually, in her past training with the organization, she had practiced wilderness survival and was good at using flintstones. She had lied to get Xiao Qinghe into the kitchen so he would have something to do and not be bored.

Thinking about whether or not to carry Qinghe from the bedroom, she felt too tired and hungry to bother.

Her gaze landed on the separate small stove specifically for decocting medicine. There was still a bit of red ember in the ashes, leftover from Wang Cuihua decocting medicine earlier and not fully extinguished.

It made sense to use this stove fire without having to carry Qinghe over.

She picked up the ember with an iron clamp and put it in the stove pit, stacking the firewood on top. With a puff, the stove fire ignited.

With the rice ready, she had to prepare the vegetables for tonight.

There was still a jin of beef from the purchase she made from Aunt Zhang’s home in the morning, as well as some vegetables.

She cut half a jin of beef, leaving the other half, and decided to stir-fry a handful of vegetables. After cutting the beef and washing the greens, her gaze fell on the corner of the kitchen.

There lay a dead rabbit and a dead poisonous snake, brought back by her second brother.

She had to deal with them or else they would definitely stink by tomorrow morning.

Picking up her brother’s knife, which was often used to clean animal fur, she carried the dead snake and rabbit out to the yard.

Turning her head towards the window where Xiao Qinghe was, she said,