Chapter 50 Save My Malt Sugar For You
Su Jiuyue now found that Wu Xiyuan was not stupid at all, on the contrary, he was very smart. He had a sharp observation as he could always notice her subtle actions.
"It smells weird."
"Yeah!" Wu Xiyuan nodded.
Su Jiuyue thought she could have fooled Wu Xiyuan into pouring this bowl of ginger soup, but who knew that the next second he continued to say, "But mom said you must drink it! Otherwise you will get sick! If you're ill, you have to take super bitter herbs."
Speaking of this, Wu Xiyuan twitched his mouth, "Bitter herbs are more bitter than this ginger soup! You know, that kind of herbs is what I'm taking every day! But I don't want you take bitter herbs like me."
At a moment, Wu Xiyuan seemed to relive the terrible taste of herbs. When he thought that Su Jiuyue might be ill and have to take bitter herbs because of refusing to drink ginger soup, he almost cried out.
Su Jiuyue sighed and decided to drink the ginger soup finally. After all, facing such a cute man, she couldn't find any excuse to refuse.
Su Jiuyue gulped down the ginger soup, which piquant aftertaste flooded the whole mouth. For a moment, Su Jiuyue had to squinted her eyes before the strong smell faded away.
Suddenly, Wu Xiyuan put a small piece of malt sugar into Su Jiuyue's mouth, astonishing her at the same time.
Wu Xiyuan winked at her and said, "I hid it when I took super bitter herbs. Here you are. It tastes sweet."
Su Jiuyue's eyes tended to be watery. Unwittingly, a drop of tear welled up, trickling down her cheeks and finally was hidden under the tightly covered neckline.
Wu Xiyuan was a little confused because he couldn't understand why she was crying, and didn't know what to do next.
Wu Xiyuan blinked his eyes blankly. All of a sudden, he came close to Su Jiuyue and stuck out his tongue to catch another tear.
Wu's behavior left Su Jiuyue dumbfounded. The warm touch completely froze her who felt her heart stop abruptly for a moment.
Wu Xiyuan broke the silence first. He licked the lip and asked, "It's salty. Sweetie, are you unhappy?"
Stiffly, Su Jiuyue asked in return in unnatural voice, "Why do you say I'm unhappy?"
"I heard people say that tears are sweet when you're happy and salty when unhappy."
Actually, Su Jiuyue didn't get the point and didn't know if it was true because she had never heard it before. However, what she knew clearly was that she felt joyful deep inside.
Su Jiuyue was so thrilled that her tears couldn't be controlled if tears continued to shed. As depicted in opera, it was called tears of joy. What a kind of warm expression it was.
"Xiyuan, you gave me such sweet sugar, how could I be unhappy?" said Su Jiuyue who didn't want Wu Xiyuan to misunderstand. Wu Xiyuan was so innocent that his heart could get hurt because of her casual movement.
Wu Xiyuan, judging by Su Jiuyue's clear eyes and sincere expression, believed her words and turned into delight again.
"Well then, I'll save tomorrow's malt sugar for you too!"
How could Su Jiuyue be hardhearted enough to take advantage of Wu Xiyuan again? Su Jiuyue couldn't even put up with its smell when she had to decoct herbs for Wu Xiyuan. At the thought of him taking such bitter herbs every day, how could she bear to accept his malt sugar again?
Thinking of this, Su Jiuyue replied, "No need. Xiyuan, you just keep it for yourself. If I want to eat it, mom will give me too."
Her words lit up Wu Xiyuan's eyes as he said, "If so, just let me ask mom for two pieces of malt sugar tomorrow!"
Su Jiuyue blushed again. This time it was not because of shyness, but because of much embarrassment. In Su's mind, there were two younger kids Niuniu and Guoguo at home who did not have a luxury of tasting the sugar, how could she be thick-skinned enough to take it.
"Why bother? One day, if you no longer take herbs, you can save your sugar for me then."