The Pharmacy and Wei Xiaobao

At the end of spring and early summer, the capital welcomed a hint of heat.

Su Xiaoxiao was checking Dahu, Erhu, and Xiaohu's homework in the study.

Sir taught poetry in the morning.

"Who's going to recite it first?"

Su Xiaoxiao asked.

"Dahu."

"Dahu."

The two brothers spoke in unison.

Su Xiaoxiao asked seriously, "You two didn't study seriously in class, right?"

The two of them shook their heads in unison. "I studied seriously."

It would be strange if Su Xiaoxiao believed them.

"Dahu will carry the first stanza."

Da Hu recited the stanza clearly.

"Erhu."

Su Xiaoxiao.

Erhu shook his head and memorized it methodically.

Then it was Xiaohu's turn.

Xiaohu covered his stomach. "Mother, Xiaohu's stomach hurts."

Su Xiaoxiao was unmoved. "Your stomach hurts every time you have to memorize a book. How many times has it been?"