Chapter Eighty-Four: Prickly Heat
She really hadn't heard of so many fish practices, and her daughter was becoming more and more unexpected to her.
Han Yingxue saw Zhao looking at her in surprise with his mouth open, and urged him: "Mother, don't just listen to me, don't eat!"
Zhao smiled softly on his face, nodded, picked up the braised fish and put it in his mouth, the taste was really delicious and delicious.
"Delicious, delicious!" Zhao praised.
"Hey, hey!" Han Yingxue smiled happily. When the Zhao family was eating, she glanced at Han Xiaoxiao again, she has been busy these days, and she hasn't had time to take a good look at her sister.
"Mother, Xiaoxiao is there a prickly heat on your neck!" Han Yingxue saw the white bag on the back of Han Xiaoxiao's neck, and asked with a frown.
"I saw it too, it was prickly heat. It is also common to have prickly heat in this weather, and it was also summer when I was born in Yingwu, and Yingwu also grew up, so it was not in the way. Zhao thought that Han Yingxue was worried and comforted.
The children in the countryside are not so delicate, and many children have grown up, so no one cares.
Han Yingxue lowered her head and looked at the prickly heat on Han Xiaoxiao's neck, although she also knew that the prickly heat was not a big deal for children, but she was still a little distressed.
She loves her little sister from the bottom of her heart.
"How do you get prickly heat? Is the cloth wrapped in it not breathable? Han Yingxue couldn't help but ask.
The cloth wrapped around Han Xiaoxiao's body is still the clothes of the fourth child of the Han family, the fabric is rough and thick, and you can see that it is not breathable at a glance.
"It's not in the way, the children in the countryside are wrapped in coarse cloth, unlike big families who can still use silk." Zhao said.
Han Yingxue's small brows were twisted together.
Although it is not a big deal if the prickly heat grows, it will definitely itch. Han Xiaoxiao is still young, she doesn't know how to say it, and she doesn't know how to scratch her hands, thinking of her little sister like this, Han Yingxue felt a little sad in her heart. It seems that she has made good money, bought a silk horse, and made two sets of small clothes for Han Xiaoxiao, and Han Xiaoxiao probably won't grow prickly heat again.
Han Yingxue returned to the kitchen, but saw a younger sibling and Zhao Qishan sitting at the table, with chopsticks in front of them, but they didn't eat first.
Han Yingxue looked at a few people with some confusion and asked, "Why don't you eat first?"
A few pairs of round little eyes turned, Han Yingxia smiled into crescent moon eyes and looked at her, and said, "Sister, cousin, let's wait for you to eat together!"
Han Yingwu looked at the food on the table, swallowed his saliva, looked at Han Yingxue again, and nodded in response: "I'm so hungry, this food smells so good, but I feel that what my cousin said is very right, we have to wait for your sister to eat together!"
As he spoke, he showed two little tiger teeth and smiled at Han Yingxue.
Han Yingxue glanced at Zhao Qishan, who was sitting on the side, and saw that he was sitting there indifferently, with an extraordinary bearing, which was a little out of place in this small kitchen.
Zhao Qishan saw Han Yingxue looking at her, smiled at her, stretched out his slender finger and pointed to the empty seat opposite, and said, "Xue'er, the meal is ready for you, hurry up and sit down to eat together!"
Odd......
Han Yingxue underestimated in her heart that this rice bucket had resisted the temptation of food today, waiting for her to eat together.
"Hmmm......"
Han Yingxue responded.
"Cher, you eat first!"
Han Yingwu just stretched out his chopsticks and prepared to sling. was blocked by Zhao Qi, Zhao Qishan picked up a piece of fish meat with chopsticks, put it in Han Ying's bowl, and said to her with a smile.
Several younger siblings on the side stared straight at Zhao Qishan, as well as Han Yingxue, and ...... Fish in her bowl.