Please make money.

"Push him to the ground. Why are you being so crazy and sentimental now? Be gentle. Don't break your arm."

“Okay—”

119-The little rabbit is not dead?

How many steps are needed to put a little sister into the pot?

The first step is to hold down the little girl’s father and prevent him from disturbing her.

The second step is to add the best medicinal materials and soak the little sister in it.

Step 3: The little sister wakes up...

"Uh-huh?!!"

Sister Yu woke up in the warm embrace of her mother, and heard the sound of water in her ears.

It's over! Did I wet the bed?

With her heart beating faster and her face flushing, she opened her eyes and jumped up.

Then Alia pressed it down again...

There are two people by the bathtub, one is Alia and the other is not Alia.

An Lele was blowing the ginger sugar water in her hand, tasting the saltiness while blowing: "Sweet!"

"I asked you to try it to see if it was hot or not. You said it was sweet. When you were a kid, you had to taste it twice when you boiled medicine, right?"

"Miss, how did you know? Master never kept medicinal herbs like licorice at home since I was a child, for fear that I would steal them!"

Anlelele is happy - the young lady is really good at judging people!

"Guess..." Alia rolled her eyes at her unhappily. Since she moved into her house, she had never stored any food in the refrigerator.

To make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, I bought three tomatoes in the morning, ate one raw on the spot, and cut the remaining two carefully in the afternoon, mixed them with sugar and made it into an afternoon dessert. When I said I was going to cook in the evening, I opened the refrigerator and saw - hey! The eggs were gone!

After asking, I found out that exercise consumes a lot of energy. When I’m hungry, I just beat an egg in hot water and add sugar to it and drink it…

Ailia's figure is a natural gift, while An Lele's skinny figure is the result of starvation.

You said that this vacation script is set against the backdrop of an urban business war, and you inserted a close-knit martial arts master into it. Is that appropriate?

But whether it is suitable or not is not the case. Alia can only try her best to take her to the group cafeteria and let her take advantage of the cafeteria.

A lion's head costs three taels and three cents, and a serving of four is enough for her to have a full meal, but it's a pity for the chef in the cafeteria...

His thoughts were wandering here, but his hands didn't stop, he was pinching Sister Yu's wrist and taking her pulse.

After a while, Alia let go of Otto's pulse and breathed a sigh of relief: "Not dead."

"Great craftsmanship!" An Lele was amazed: "Miss, these two words are better than anything else!"

When an accident happens these days, aren’t these two words what people pray for anyway? When the patients’ families hear these words, no matter how worried they are, they can swallow their worries.

Ailia ignored the straight man, took the ginger sugar water, tasted it and found it was not hot, then she scooped it with a spoon and brought it to sister Yu's mouth.

"what--"

"..."

Sister Yu pursed her lips, her eyes wandering, but she didn't respond, pretending to be an expert by keeping silent - or more likely pretending to be dead.

This unfortunate child was running around without noticing anything before, but now he is scared. Firstly, he is afraid of being blamed, and secondly, he is afraid of not being blamed.

Alia understood the child's conflicting thoughts and had no intention of keeping her in suspense.

"Drink the medicine first. The medicinal bath is to drive away the cold. We can talk about other things later."

Ailia was not going to just cover up the matter, and she still had to settle the matter later.

You are such a grown-up and yet you ran away from home in the rain. Do you know how worried your family must be?

Even though she said that Third Uncle was being sentimental and disgusting, actually, looking at Sister Yu's old father's conflicted expression, Alia knew that at least his anxiety was real.

Sister Yu then drank the ginger and sugar water in small sips. As it went down her throat, the slightly spicy taste came up, and she unconsciously exhaled a breath of cool air.

Then I felt a warmth in my chest and abdomen - this was all thanks to the hot medicinal bath. I felt more energetic and my eyes were visibly brighter.

An Lele was still laughing foolishly, while this unlucky child was reminiscing about the past. It was unclear whether he had high emotional intelligence and tried to smooth things over for Sister Yu, or had low emotional intelligence and confessed his own embarrassing experiences: "I was like this when I was a child. I was ignorant at that time and went to play in the creek. The ice on the creek was not solid, so I fell in and struggled for a long time. I was frozen blue..."

"Can it be saved after it's frozen blue?"

"Then I'll have to ask my master. She's a skilled doctor!" An Lele lifted up her arm, which had a faint hideous scar on it. "This is where I got cut by the ice when I was struggling. Hypothermia, excessive blood loss, drowning... Even so, my master saved me, all with a bowl of ginger sugar water."

Ailia thought to herself that you are relying on the aura of the protagonist. Even if Aunt An has a few more titles as a miracle doctor, she can't snatch someone away from the hands of the King of Hell with just a bowl of ginger soup.

So how could I have deserved to be a supporting role for such a protagonist?

I am the school beauty who is being closely protected, and my sister is also going to fall into her hands, right? Let's go, sisters?

An Lele put down his sleeves, looked at sister Yu who was staring at him, and grinned: "I am still fine even though I am so naughty, don't worry, at most your family will scold you, what seems like a life-or-death matter now, in ten or eight years, it will be nothing but the memory of youthful recklessness. Life is the most important, everything else is empty, only when you are alive there are infinite possibilities."

"First, my sister just ran away from home, she didn't commit suicide by jumping off a building."

Alia finished feeding her a bowl of ginger sugar water and handed her the empty bowl: "Second, go and untie my third uncle quickly. Is it appropriate to tie him up again?"

"Didn't you ask me to tie him up?"

"Do you think I'll admit it? Go—"

Alia turned her back on her, but it's not right for the boss to take the blame. It's not an important matter.

An Lele muttered as she walked out of the bathroom. Alia shook her hands and picked up a large towel beside her to wipe herself. "Soak for another five minutes. When the water is no longer hot, get up, dry yourself, change into pajamas, and put on a bathrobe. Do you understand?"

"……Um."

"Okay, just stay here. I'll go say hello to your parents. You have to stay with me during this time."

Sister Yu was stunned at first, then startled, and half of her body stood up with a bang: "I, I live with you?!"

"Yes, you are not in such a good state of mind to go home and waste time with your mother. You have to stay with me for ten days or half a month. I will cure your mental exhaustion first."

It's just not appropriate now, otherwise Alia would have to prepare a script called "Living with me for a week, cured my sister's mental exhaustion."

I don’t know if it will become a typical example, but thinking about it, I have always disliked the unnatural nature of praising suffering, and I guess it will not be acceptable to the propaganda department…

Sister Yu looked confused for a while, then she shrank back into the water, with two bubbles gurgling out of her eyes. No one knew what she was thinking.

Alia glanced back and thought it was okay. She looked in good spirits. More importantly, she looked like her own sister in the water, not like a dark catfish pretending to be a little mermaid. It meant that it would make one feel good to save such a beautiful child, right?

When she left, Sister Yu asked quietly from behind, "Why?"

Alia stopped and asked, "What?"

"……nothing."

"I asked you why - explain it clearly." Alia sighed: "Communication is about being honest. You might as well make it clearer."

The biggest problem with this child is that he keeps things to himself. He won't speak out even if he feels so upset that his chest becomes swollen.

She got angry with her mother and didn't even ask for her father's opinion. She just endured everything silently by herself.

Isn't Mr. Ai San still alive? Even if he's not home everyday, he can still ask during Qingming Festival or Double Ninth Festival! It's no big deal, just spend some money on phone bills.

The old father has no resistance to his daughter's little cotton-padded jacket. Not to mention the little rabbit, if she really acts coquettishly, he can even provide her with a grassland.

“Why…why do you want to help me…” Sister Yu’s head shrank in the mist, her eyes were hazy, like the reflected light in water.

Aaliyah wanted to ask why, and I was looking for a reason, and then transform her on the spot - but I couldn't.

So she closed the door and said, "I'm your sister, dear, why should I ask so many questions..."

"..."

With a click, the door closed, leaving Sister Yu alone to savor the sweet and spicy taste in her mouth.

Yes, she is my sister...

……

……

"I'm your third uncle! Dear third uncle!"

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense..."

What does it matter if we are related? I, Alia, am ruthless and don't recognize any relatives.

If you are good to me, you are my family. If you are not good to me, even if you are my father, I will not be happy.

She sat across from Uncle San with a big smile: "Tell me, do you know where you went wrong?"

The overbearing president Ai Rulin was completely useless in facing his unruly niece's personal master, but he also lost face.

"What have I done wrong—what have I done wrong!"

"When was the last time you talked to your daughter?"

"last week."

"When was the last time you had a meal with your daughter face to face?"

"……last month."

"When was the last time you went out to play with your daughter, as close as father and daughter?"

"..." Ai Rulin stopped talking.

The third master was in a bitter mood, and he also had something to say, what kind of job was that? What kind of job did those fathers usually have?

When I wake up every day, tens of thousands of people in the entire mechanical and chemical department are all relying on me for their food, drink, defecation and urination. Do I have time to spend time with my daughter?

“Pah—”

Aaliyah slapped the coffee table, and everything on it jumped.

"As a father, you are the equivalent of not having given birth to this child, and now you are complaining here - how can you be so ashamed?!"

Master Ai San was overwhelmed by the momentum and was speechless for a moment. He moved his lips but was dejected and had nothing to say.

"Xiaoyu won't be back for the time being. Come live at my house for a while and recuperate." Alia picked up a banana and said, "Keep a record of the food expenses. When you figure it out, talk to the child. With your educational philosophy, who knows what kind of kid you'll raise in the end."

The fact that the Ai family was able to give birth to a talent like Ai Rulong was purely due to genetic mutation. And the fact that he was able to pass on his talent to someone like him can only be attributed to his mother’s credit.

Look at sister Yu, look at sister Jing, is the educational environment here decent?

Now that the kids are being PUA'd up like this, won't these guys be surrounding the bed and dancing frantically to show that they're giving up on rescuing them?

Master Ai thought about it and decided to struggle: "Xiao Ya, your sister..."

"My parents died early, but I got through it well, didn't I?" Alia activated her 100,000-year spirit ring skill on the spot: "In terms of adjusting your mentality, just because you're my elder, you can be better than me? Think about it carefully. I'm doing this for the good of the children and you. Don't make it seem like your parents are not here when they're still here. That's not appropriate."

This punch, while not being able to be described as earth-shattering, can also be said to have had an outstanding effect.

Master Ai San was hit hard in an instant. All his excuses turned into self-blame mixed with guilt, and he stammered and was completely defeated.

"Alright, give the child some time, and give you as parents some time. If you talk about things right away, you will probably start to blame her. Wait a few days and you will remember the child's obedience and goodness, and she will also remember your hard work as a parent. It will be good for everyone."

Alia threw the banana peel away, clapped her hands and stood up: "You will still have visiting time, half an hour, and we will start counting when she comes out."

After saying that, Alia didn't wait for Master Ai to say anything. She turned around and looked at Sister Jing who had been tossing and turning on the little rabbit's body for a long time, frowning: "What are you doing?"

Young Master Jing was sweating profusely from his busy work. He raised his head and wiped it off after hearing this: "Sister, look at this——"

"What are you looking at?" Alia walked over. There was a cage on the table with two small animals in it, one was alive, and the other was... huh?

Alia frowned, picked up the limp little rabbit and shook it: "Not dead?"

"No ah!"

"Didn't you say he was killed?"

"The owner of the pet store just sent me a message saying he was given anesthesia and it depends on his fate."

When Sister Jing went to collect information, she contacted the owner of the pet shop. In the end, the guy was reluctant to kill the pet, so he injected anesthetics.

Theoretically, if one is unlucky, the little rabbit will be gone. He is just doing the job for money, just like the technician who has been killing fish for ten years in RT-Mart, without any feelings.

But if he's lucky... maybe after the anesthetic wears off, this little thing will wake up?

What would happen to him if he woke up and fell into the hands of a vicious and delicate woman would not be something that the pet shop owner, who only had a little conscience left, could decide.

Alia held the dried and fluffed bunny in her hands, and after a few seconds she threw it on the table: "It's awake now."

The little rabbit looked around blankly, and walked unsteadily, but it was still alive and didn't seem to have any after-effects.