General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 502

General, Madam Called You To Farm
Chapter 502 – A bully (1)

Translator : Moon Lee
Editor : Tea
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The next day, there wasn’t much business, so Su Xiaoxiao didn’t have to wake up early to make pastries. 

However, her body’s biological clock woke her right on time anyway.

She simply got dressed and decided to go to the backyard for some exercise.

Just as she stepped out of her room, she saw Su Cheng, who usually slept until the sun was high in the sky, actually sitting on a small stool, gnawing away at two pieces of fruits, one in each hand.

“Dad, you’re up so early?”

Su Xiaoxiao greeted him in surprise.

“My daughter, you’re awake too.” Su Cheng said, letting out a burp. 

“Ah, just thinking about how these fruits will spoil if I don’t eat them keeps me from sleeping.”

Beside him was a heavy basket full of loquats that Dahu had picked from the orchard. 

Each one was plump and juicy, bursting with sweet flavor.

Dahu had picked quite a lot, and Deng An had helped deliver them all together.

Unfortunately, the children at home weren’t very fond of fresh loquats, and even Su Ergou didn’t really like them, so many were left over. 

Su Cheng, having grown up enduring famine, could not bear to see food wasted.

Su Xiaoxiao didn’t scold him with something like, “Stop eating, or you’ll get sick and we’ll just have to spend money on medicine.”

Instead, she thought for a moment and said to her father, who was clearly full yet still forcing himself to eat more:

“Dad, could you save some for me?”

“Alright.” Su Cheng said, burping again.

“All of them, could you give them all to me?” Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Su Cheng’s whole body jolted. 

“You’re not planning to throw them away, are you?”

Su Xiaoxiao smiled.

“No, I’ll make something tasty with them.”

She washed the loquats, peeled and deseeded them, then chopped the golden flesh into small pieces, dividing them into two bowls. 

Into one bowl, she added three spoonfuls of rock sugar and for the other one, just one and a half spoonfuls.

She poured in a little water, waiting for the sugar to dissolve and seep in before cooking them.

Since loquats oxidize and turn black easily, Su Xiaoxiao didn’t use an iron pot. Instead, she took out a pair of purple clay jars.

She simmered the fruit gently over a low flame until the liquid reduced and the loquats thickened into a jam-like consistency.

From five catties of loquats, she managed to make nearly two catties of jam.

This way, the three little ones and Su Ergou would enjoy eating them.

Su Xiaoxiao kept half for herself, then divided the other half into two small jars and brought them to a neighbor at the east end of the street.

The one who opened the door was Deng An.

He was surprised to see Su Xiaoxiao.

His first thought was that she had brought Xiaohu to see the young master for a music lesson. 

He immediately stiffened and hurriedly glanced behind her.

When he didn’t see the little figure, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, the sound of retching came from inside the house, and an awkward look flashed across Deng An’s face.

He stole a quick glance at Su Xiaoxiao.

Seeing that there was no unusual expression on Su Xiaoxiao’s face, Deng An felt slightly relieved.

Su Xiaoxiao asked, “Is your young master feeling unwell?”

Deng An hesitated for a moment before replying, “Young master… whenever he eats, this happens.”

He vomits whenever he eats?

No wonder he was so thin.

Su Xiaoxiao continued, “Has your young master seen a doctor?”

Deng An shook his head. “Young master insists that he’s not ill, and refuses to see one.”

So it was a case of concealing illness out of pride.

Su Xiaoxiao asked again, “How long has your young master been like this?”

Deng An answered, “Several years, I suppose. I began serving him the year before last, and even then he was already like this.”

Su Xiaoxiao nodded thoughtfully.

Deng An added, “But… he can eat the pastries you make, three or four pieces, at least.”

Even children could easily eat more than that, but considering how little his young master could normally eat, the fact that he could stomach three or four pieces of her pastries without throwing up was already something rare and precious.

In that case, this jam had arrived at just the right time. 

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