Until Zhao Xiaole finally fell asleep, and after ensuring he was deeply asleep, Su Lu gently kissed his forehead, tucked him in with a thin blanket, and adjusted the air conditioning temperature.
Zhao Ying stood quietly at the door, watching her with a tender smile, then tilted her head to signal her to come out.
Su Lu stepped out and softly closed the door, giving Zhao Ying a helpless smile.
"I made you some hangover soup, have a bit," Zhao Ying said. "Xiao Le was right to scold you; I've been too indulgent, allowing you to drink like that."
"I'm sorry," Su Lu said, then hugged Zhao Ying, "Thank you, Mom."
She went over and sat at the dining table where the enamel pot with the hangover soup was boiling. Su Lu watched it and couldn't help but drift away in thought.
"Don't feel like drinking it?" asked Zhao Ying.
Su Lu smiled and shook her head. "No, I just suddenly remembered that I once made hangover soup for Bo Jingshen, right here, using this very pot."
