Mr. Xiang's condition is stable, so Su Xiaoxiao won't stay any longer.

Before leaving, she took two boxes of snacks from her small backpack and gave them to him.

"This is -" Mr. Xiang looked at Su Xiaoxiao without knowing why.

Su Xiaoxiao smiled: "Today is Xiaonian, I made some snacks myself, I hope you don't dislike it."

Changping glanced at Su Xiaoxiao, but this time he didn't dare to roll his eyes again.

Mr. Xiang accepted it obediently: "Miss Su, I'm very interested. Thank you very much."

In fact, how could Su Xiaoxiao remember what happened to Xiaonian? It was because the money he gave for medical consultation and medicine last time was too much, so she was just a little careful.

I really want to thank Mrs. Huang for reminding her that today is the New Year.

Although it is not a valuable item, for someone like him who is either rich or noble, he does not care about those valuable items at all. Maybe the treasure he bought with all his belongings is not worth mentioning in his eyes.

On the contrary, the dim sum made by hand seems more sincere.

"Why are there two boxes?" Mr. Xiang asked casually.

"One box is yours and one is Jing Yi's." Su Xiaoxiao wrote.

"Jing Yi." Mr. Xiang smiled, "You can call him by his name smoothly."

Su Xiaoxiao spread his hands: "He's little, what would he be called if he didn't call me by his name?"

Mr. Xiang asked: "Am I very old?"

ah?

No, why do you care about this?

You only said your last name was Xiang, but you didn’t say who you were!

"Chonghua." he said.

"Huh?" Su Xiaoxiao was startled.

"My words." He smiled warmly.

Ancient people had surnames, given names, and prefixes, such as Shenchuan, whose prefix was Qinghe.

In this imaginary dynasty, there does not seem to be a strict boundary between names and names. It is normal for peers to call each other by names, and there is no disrespect.

Scholars are very polite and usually call them by their surname or given name. For example, a classmate may call Shen Chuan Mr. Shen or Brother Qinghe. Of course, it is not wrong to call him Shen Chuan.

Does he mean that she can call him Xiang Chonghua from now on?

Or...Chonghua?

Su Xiaoxiao blinked, serious and serious: "Oh."

…

Not long after Su Xiaoxiao left, Jing Yi came in covered in wind and snow.

Mr. Xiang is writing.

Jing Yi came to him and asked, "Cousin, are you testing her today too?"

"No." Mr. Xiang continued to write.

Jing Yi asked again: "Then why did you tell her your name?"

Mr. Xiang glanced at Changping who was sweeping snow outside the door. Changping shuddered and hid aside.

"I have become more capable, and I have learned how to complain to Jing Yi." Mr. Xiang smiled lightly, "She is not a poisonous snake or beast, so there is no need to be so guarded against her."

Jing Yi frowned and said, "Then there's no need to trust her so much."

Mr. Xiang pushed a box of snacks on the table to his hand: "Here."

"What?" Jing Yi asked.

"A gift for the young year." Mr. Xiang said.

Jing Yi asked strangely: "Didn't the New Year's Eve end yesterday?"

"On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month in the capital, it is the New Year's Eve. Today is the day in Qingzhou." After Mr. Xiang finished speaking, he added, "Miss Su made it with her own hands."

Jing Yi didn't have any prejudice against Su Xiaoxiao himself, he just didn't want his cousin to trust an outsider too much.

He took a taste.

"How does it taste?" Master Xiang asked.

Jing Yi said truthfully: "It's delicious, no worse than what the imperial chef makes."

Mr. Xiang smiled and said, "It's rare. I remember you don't like sweets."

Jing Yi thought for a moment and said, "It's because they didn't cook it well."

Mr. Xiang laughed, finished writing the last stroke, put the brush on the pen holder, and said to Jing Yi: "Send this couplet to Miss Su."

"Why?"

"Gift in return."

Jing Yi gasped: "You want your calligraphy to be lost among the people?"

If someone in the palace knew about it, he would be furious!

--

After Su Xiaoxiao came out of Master Xiang's wing, she went to the study room in the front yard to see if Shen Chuan was there.

She walked all the way but didn't see any study open. She thought that Shen Chuan might have some red paper in his hand, so she asked Shen Chuan to buy some.

However, she arrived at an unfortunate time, as Dean Shen took Shen Chuan back to his father-in-law's house to celebrate the New Year.

Su Xiaoxiao left the academy regretfully.

The old man stopped her.

"No cakes today!" Su Xiaoxiao said seriously.

The old man raised his finger: "One piece of cake and one piece of red paper."

Su Xiaoxiao: "..."

Half an hour later, Su Xiaoxiao boldly walked out of the back door holding ten pieces of red paper.

The boy who was sweeping the room asked in a low voice: "Didn't the young master ask you... to give the paper to Miss Su directly?"

The old man took a bite of the egg yolk cake and said, "Ang."

So what?

The pancakes are so delicious!

--

It snowed again in the morning, but luckily it only stopped for a short while, so it didn't affect Su Xiaoxiao's footsteps much.

It was noon when Su Xiaoxiao arrived at the village. Most of the villagers were at home at this time, but most of the village people gathered at Old Su's house, surrounding Old Su's house.

"Sister! You're back!"

Su Ergou, who was fetching water at the entrance of the village, saw his own sister and insisted on following him to fetch water. In fact, he came to the entrance of the village to wait for Su Xiaoxiao. Three little cubs rushed towards Su Xiaoxiao!

Su Xiaoxiao bent down and let the three little guys bump into her.

She touched the heads of the three little ones: "Big tiger, second tiger, little tiger."

After getting along for a while, she can now tell who is who even if they don't count the whirlwinds.

The three little ones who were called the right name were so happy that they rushed to rub their hair against her palm: "Mom."

Su Xiaoxiao has gradually become accustomed to this title and no longer forcibly corrects it.

After she moved the three people's little heads, she touched their little hands again: "Is it cold?"

The three of them shook their heads: "It's not cold."

Wait, mother, it’s not cold at all!

After Su Ergou's water was filled, the family began to walk back.

"Did something happen to the old Su family?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Su Ergou hummed: "My eldest cousin wrote couplets with the character "Fu" for Old Su's family. Li Zheng and relatives of Old Su's family also wrote some. He also said that if there are too many at a time, they will be given to the villagers for free. Everyone is happy I wanted to see if I could grab a pair of couplets, but I couldn’t, so I could just grab a couplet with the character “福”.

Couplets in town are very expensive. In addition to the cost of red paper, the person who wrote the couplets also needs to pay a little hard money, commonly known as pen and ink money.

This move between Huang and Chen Haoyuan can be described as a big deal, which has earned the old Su family a lot of face.

Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Yang came out to post couplets, their faces beaming with joy. The villagers surrounded them and praised them non-stop.

At this time, the Wu family's aunt squeezed out of the Su family with her crying grandson in her arms.

The adults were very curious about Spring Festival couplets, but the children didn't want them. There was no other way, so Aunt Wu had to leave first.

When she saw the two siblings, she hurriedly said: "Fat Ya! Ergou! Chen Xiucai is writing couplets. Go and get one! He is your cousin! He will definitely give it to you!"
To be continued...