"In our hometown, when children are first born, they can't wear newly bought clothes. They wear old clothes that other children have worn before, so they won't get sick."
"Oh, my grandma said that even the cloth diapers I used had all been used by the neighbor's children before."
Su Qiao rambled on enthusiastically, as if she hadn't noticed the man across from her growing stiffer and stiffer.
"..." Gu Wenxuan stared at the tableful of dishes, but had no appetite whatsoever.
Su Qiao continued excitedly, her face alight with joy. "My grandma also said that after I have children, she'll come help me raise them. She'll even bring over the clothes and diapers I wore when I was little."
"..." He truly couldn't imagine such a scene.
Gu Wenxuan looked at Su Qiao, who kept talking and stuffing food into her mouth at the same time. His brows were practically furrowed enough to trap flies.
The more uncomfortable he became, the more energetically Su Qiao spoke. "Actually, some of the older generation's beliefs make sense."
"Take me, for example. When I was little, I cut my hand, and my grandma found a huge spiderweb in the corner of the wall. She plastered the web over my wound, and it immediately stopped bleeding. She also said that charcoal ash worked really well too—better than Yunnan Baiyao."
Gu Wenxuan: "..."
He knew that spiderweb silk was made of special proteins and could indeed stop bleeding, but...
The spiderwebs in the corners of old houses contained so many bacteria. Just thinking about it made him feel sick.
As for charcoal ash, it was indeed sterile after burning, and people in ancient times really did use it to stop bleeding.
But what era was this now?
Besides, using charcoal ash to stop bleeding