I made a hasty breakfast, and the family actually ate with relish.

Even Mrs. Su, who has a bad appetite for a long time, ate two big bowls for the first time before she could give up.

"Zhiyu, the breakfast you make is so milk you like to eat!"

As soon as Mrs. Su finished her meal, her body was much warmer, so she held up a crutch and wanted to help Xu Caiju clean up.

But before I could move twice, my knees on my legs and I couldn't stand up.

"Oh... I'm old, it's useless."

Su Zhiyu was on the side, and felt inexplicably sad, and rushed over to support Old Mrs. Su.

"Milk, if you don't grow old, where is it useless? It's just that your legs and feet are not smooth."

"When the spring is coming next year, you can jump around again."

Unexpectedly, Old Mrs. Su smiled slightly with a wrinkled face, and she sighed.

"Hey... I don't know if this leg can survive this winter!"

This winter is very cold this morning, and the frost is added to the top when you wake up!

I think this winter will be very cold, so her old cold legs will be difficult to get hit again.

With a little desolation in his heart, Old Mrs. Su forced a smile, rubbed her legs, and slowly walked towards her house with a cane.

Su Zhiyu looked at the staggering back, his eyes tightened, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen.

"Sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, please help me. I will make some black plasters."

"Black plaster?"

What a new thing is this? Hong Qiurong looked curious.

"It's the plaster for milk to treat old cold legs."

Speaking of black plaster, she had long wanted to make it, and she had always had no complete medicinal materials.

Last time she went to Xueling Mountain to pick some herbal seedlings and plant them in the space. Today she went to see them and was already mature.

With joy in his heart, Su Zhiyu found an excuse and picked out a lot of herbs from the space with Hong Qiurong and Bai Guiqin on his back.

The herbs are not as sweet as Qiu pear cream when boiled. A bitter medicinal smell fills the entire kitchen.

"Little sister, what are you doing?"

Su Wenxu had just finished his meal after taking a walk and entered the kitchen, and immediately covered his mouth and nose and frowned.

“This smell is really bad!”

Su Zhiyu gave him a blank look and said with disgust.

"What are you doing here now?"

She had eaten and drank too, so her fourth brother would not be so kind to help her clean up.

Sure enough, as soon as Su Zhiyu finished speaking, Su Wenxu took a breath.

"Mom said, let you prepare well. We will go to my grandmother's house as soon as tomorrow!"

He finished speaking in one breath, then turned around and ran out, leaning against the crooked tree in the yard, breathing in fresh air.

In the kitchen, Su Zhiyu looked speechless.

She sniffed, and then started boiling the plaster.

Is this a reminder to her?

She was familiar with grandma's birthday.

After spending half a morning, I finally made three black ointments.

Seeing that the autumn pear paste on the charcoal stove was almost done, Su Zhiyu was in a hurry.

"Sister-in-law, please help me put Qiu pear cream on it and it will cool down."

"Second sister-in-law, black plaster, please help me deliver it to the milk house. I'll go back and get some things."

This black plaster is boiled now and it works best to apply it immediately.

Su Zhiyu helped him back into the house, stuffed the long strips of gauze that he bought not long ago and rushed towards Mrs. Su's house.

Just as she entered the house, Bai Guiqin's black plaster was also delivered in time.

Old Mrs. Su snuggled up on the bed, with several hands baking around her.
Chapter completed!