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Linlin puffed out her cheeks, carefully folded the handkerchief, and put it into her pocket.

Jiang Chengzhou tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of plum juice.

The sour plum drink was icy cold, and it immediately dissipated most of the stuffiness and heat from my body.

Liang Ping took the cup and came over, squatted down next to Jiang Chengzhou, and took a big gulp, letting out a long "hiss" after finishing.

Jiang Chengzhou gave him a disdainful look and moved closer to his sister.

Liang Ping, oblivious to his disdain, leaned closer and said, "I heard that your aunt had this plum juice delivered. Jiang Chengzhou, could you talk to Doctor Lin and ask him to send this plum juice every day from now on, instead of that bitter herbal tea?"

"Drink it or don't, it's up to you," Jiang Chengzhou said, taking another sip of the plum juice. "Do you know why it's plum juice today?"

"Why?" Liang Ping asked.

Jiang Chengzhou's lips curled up slightly. "That's because my aunt knew I was coming to work, and since I don't like herbal tea, she changed it to plum juice."

What he said was both right and wrong.

The green plums were collected by the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine in late May. Director Ye took them home and smoked them over firewood for a few days to make dried plums.

At the time, we received a large quantity of mung beans, and we didn't think about this.

Dried plums are refreshing, thirst-quenching, and good for relieving summer heat. They can also stimulate appetite and dispel dampness, making them a great choice for making plum juice to cool people down.

However, it was because Jiang Chengzhou didn't like drinking bitter herbal tea that Lin Zhilan wanted to try something different, which is why she thought of making this sour plum drink.

She added licorice, dried tangerine peel, hawthorn, and a small amount of patchouli to it. In addition to the sweet and sour taste, it also has a faint medicinal aroma, but it is not bitter.

Liang Ping pursed his lips, continued drinking his plum juice, and made a "slurp" sound, adding a long "ah" at the end.

Linlin sat on a small chair, observing Liang Ping.

She imitated Liang Ping, holding her small water bottle, unable to make a slurping sound, and could only swallow the plum juice with an "ah".

Her voice was soft and gentle, but it lacked soul.

Jiang Chengzhou turned to look at his sister, kicked Liang Ping, and said, "Linlin, don't learn from him. It's not elegant."

Liang Ping laughed heartily, "Linlin, your brother is elegant, you're just imitating him."

Linlin blinked her big eyes at her brother, clearly still interested in learning from Liang Ping.

"What did you do to Youya?" Jiang Chengzhou pushed him away and said to his sister, "Don't imitate him. He just washed his hands with his saliva."

Linlin, who follows Lin Zhilan, does indeed have a slight obsession with cleanliness.

Upon hearing that he needed to wash his hands with water, he instinctively leaned back. If Jiang Chengzhou hadn't caught the stool in time, he would have almost fallen.

"Are you still going to learn now?" Jiang Chengzhou asked.

Linlin shook her head, "I'm not learning anymore."

"good."

Watching the interaction between the siblings, Liang Ping scratched his face and said, "Why are you so good to your sister?"

Chiang Cheng-chou: "Why would I be good to you when I'm not good to my own sister?"

"That's not what I meant," Liang Ping said, picking a leaf from the side to fan himself. "You should talk to your sister. Han Mei just loves to go against me."

Jiang Chengzhou, impatient with other people's business, turned to face Linlin.

Liang Ping continued chattering behind him, "Jiang Chengzhou, teach me how to get Han Mei to listen to me?"

Jiang Chengzhou frowned: "Why don't you treat her better?"

Liang Ping felt a little guilty. "What did I do wrong to her?"

"How would I know? Besides, Han Mei is in sports school now and not at home, so there's no one to go against you. What are you still worried about?"

Liang Ping remained silent; it was unclear what was bothering him.

Under the shade of the trees, everyone ate the dry rations they had brought that morning, along with some sour plum juice.

Jiang Chengzhou then realized that he hadn't brought any dry rations for himself and his sister.

Just as I was wondering what to do for lunch, a familiar voice came from the other side of the field.

"Chengzhou, Linlin."

Jiang Chengzhou looked up and saw Lin Zhilan carrying a cloth bag, walking over from the other side of the dirt road.

She was wearing a loose-fitting long-sleeved floral dress, her belly was already showing, and she was walking a little slower than usual.

The dazzling sunlight shone on her, and her skirt fluttered gently in the wind. Against the backdrop of yellow earth and green grass, she stood out brightly, like someone who had stepped out of a painting.

Jiang Chengzhou pushed himself up from the ground and ran quickly toward him.

"Aunt, what brings you here?"

Lin Zhilan handed him the cloth bag in her hand, "I brought you food."

Jiang Chengzhou carried the cloth bag in one hand and supported her with the other, slowly walking over.

Linlin was also eager to run to her mother, but Liang Ping stopped her, afraid that she would fall.

Liang Ping only moved away when Lin Zhilan approached.

"Mommy!" Linlin ran towards her with her little legs.

Just before they were about to collide, Linlin stopped on her own and touched Lin Zhilan's stomach.

The moment her palm touched the floral dress, the little one inside her suddenly moved and kicked her belly.

Linlin looked up, her eyes sparkling, "Mommy, my little brother kicked me."

Lin Zhilan frowned slightly and said gently to her, "Baby, it might not be a little brother. Maybe the one in Mommy's tummy is a little sister."

"It's my younger brother!" Linlin said with certainty.

Lin Zhilan and Su Lang discussed it privately, wondering who had taught their daughter this way.

They might be kindergarten children, or perhaps the elderly ladies at the alley entrance who love to tease children.

In short, Linlin somehow received the information that "it would be better to have a younger brother," and then insisted that Lin Zhilan was carrying a younger brother.

The couple corrected her several times, and Linlin listened carefully each time, but the next time she would still firmly say that it was her younger brother.

Jiang Chengzhou picked up his younger sister and placed her under the shade of the tree.

"We'll know when it's born, whether it's a younger brother or a younger sister."

Linlin's straw hat slipped off her head, covering half of her face. Jiang Chengzhou took it off for her and fanned her.

Anyway, no matter what it is, he just loves this one little sister.

Lin Zhilan sighed, "Never mind, let's eat first."

The two guys each had their own stubborn ways, and Lin Zhilan couldn't do anything about them.

There were three lunchboxes in the cloth bag. One of the lunchboxes contained scrambled eggs with tomatoes. The bright red tomatoes and golden eggs were mixed together, and the dish was sweet and sour.

Open the other one, and inside is a cold winter melon salad, refreshing and appetizing.

The last lunchbox contained two large white steamed buns.

The sweet and sour aroma of scrambled eggs with tomatoes instantly whetted Jiang Chengzhou's appetite, even though he hadn't had much of an appetite due to exhaustion.

Liang Ping stood to one side, eating his own lunch.

A whole-grain steamed bun and a boiled egg.

Smelling the sweet and sour aroma of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Liang Ping couldn't help but swallow.

He looked away and lowered his head to eat his steamed bun.

Jiang Chengzhou sat down and beckoned to Liang Ping, "Come over here, let's eat together."

Liang Ping shook his head, "No need, I brought my own food."