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Its outdated appearance confirmed her feeling that it's something she would never wear in her life.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 some misunderstanding about the word fashionable?
Su Wenbing scratched his head under her gaze, suddenly slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, I bought you shoes too!"
Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao got excited again: "Where, let me 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 something's up, instantly lightened up: "Bro, where is sister-in-law from? What does she do?"
Being questioned like this, Su Wenbing blushed and stammered: "Stop talking nonsense, it's not the case yet."
Tsk, there's clearly something 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 time when I get paid I'll buy you more."
Holding the extremely 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 some more next time, 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 home so early?"
"I took half a day off to specially buy clothes for you, spent quite some time picking them."
With such ugly clothes, they needed choosing?
Alright, indeed, picking out the ugliest among the pretty ones needed some 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 immediately, 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 me 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 meat, preparing to make braised meat 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 some first?"
Su Wenbing hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Little sister, maybe you should let me do it, last time 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 meat into the pot and started stir-frying, her movements were skillful.
Su Wenbing watched wide-eyed: "Little sister, since when did you become 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 lame excuse wouldn't arouse suspicion?
Unexpectedly, the next moment, 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 came home, saw smoke coming from the kitchen, froze for a moment, 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 meat in the pot, put down the basin: "Made me 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 meat is cooked by me?"
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 meat?"
Seeing her clearly disbelieving look, Su Wenbing couldn't help but speak up for his little sister: "Mom, this meat 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 meat heartbrokenly: "Sigh, all that meat 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 meat 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 remembered something.
She cautioned Su Wenbing beside her: "Big brother if I faint later, don't send me to the clinic, just pour me some cold water."
Su Xiaoxiao: "..."
After giving caution, Liu Cuilan bravely took the meat, closed her eyes and took a bite, immediately 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 meat was made by her third daughter who only knew how to burn the kitchen.
Just then, a clear pleasant male voice came from outside the door: "Mom, what did you make? It smells so good?"
Seeing it was the second son, Su Fusheng, Liu Cuilan replied with a smile: "Your little sister made braised meat, come 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 me to take you to the clinic?"
The original character's only two cooking instances caused one time of burning through the pot, and one time successfully sending the second brother Su Fusheng to the clinic.
Recalling the days of vomiting and diarrhea, Su Fusheng looked extremely constipated.
At this moment, the courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open.