A little head suddenly poked in through the half-shut wooden door.
"Sis, are you going to get some tree bark? Once we can go outside, I'll help you collect some too."
"Sure. When the time comes, go with Mom, but be careful."
Su Qiao waved him over.
Little Haozi, who looked like a mischievous little tiger with his messy hair, ran in and blinked his eager, big eyes at Su Qiao.
"Th-that means I can eat my fill of meat just like Mom, right?"
Su Qiao: "..."
Those two really were mother and son.
For the sake of eating meat, they were willing to do anything. They didn't mind the trouble or the hard work at all.
"You can."
At least giving them something to do would keep things peaceful. They wouldn't go running wild outside and cause trouble.
As she spoke, Su Qiao casually picked up the wooden comb beside the table, combed his hair, and used a small wooden stick to tie it into a topknot.
Zhou Lihua glared at her younger son. "You little rascal, why are you everywhere?"
"Mom, you're so mean. You only think about eating meat yourself and never think about your son."
Little Haozi leaned affectionately against Su Qiao. "Hmph, Sis is still the best."
"Come on, come on. Get outside with me and don't disturb your sister's rest."
Zhou Lihua grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out of Su Qiao's room.
"Don't pull me by the collar again. Dad said that's wrong and unbecoming."
By the table, Su Qiao watched the mother and son's retreating backs and shook her head helplessly.
After thinking it over, she got up as well and went out, heading to the Small Study that the old master had specially built for Su Yaohui and his