Su Zhen insisted on not staying in the hospital; when her fever subsided in the evening, Shen Hanxiu agreed and they went home.
They returned to Su Nian's new home.
The room was a bit small, and Shen Hanxiu, tall and stout, seemed a bit cramped inside.
Yet he didn't feel uncomfortable at all; he sat on the sofa holding Su Zhen, "Zhenzhen, shall we take the medicine, okay?"
Su Zhen, pouting and leaning softly against him, still looked unhappy, and refused: "No."
Children rarely like taking medicine, but she had just recovered from a fever, and it would be troublesome if it recurred in the middle of the night, so Su Nian, sitting beside them, softly said, "Let's take the medicine, and then Mom will make you sweet ribs, okay?"
But Su Zhen wasn't buying it: "I don't want to eat Mom's sweet ribs... I want Uncle Liang's..."
"Okay, later we'll ask Uncle Liang to cook, but Uncle Liang doesn't like disobedient children, so let's be good and take the medicine first."