Xiao Yuchuan's eyes flickered with apology, "Wife, let's not go to town just yet, we'll wait until Fourth Brother's wind-cold is better, okay?"
She nodded slightly, "It's not urgent anyway, we'll talk about it after he gets better."
Xiao Yuchuan went to the pharmacy to get the herbs for decocting medicine, set the medicine to boil on the stove, and brought breakfast to Xiao Qinghe's room, "Fourth Brother, do you want me to feed you, or...?"
"I'll do it myself." He struggled to sit up.
Xiao Yuchuan helped him, and his expression turned bitter, "I'm already a useless person, and now I've even caught a wind-cold, inconveniencing third brother."
"Brothers don't speak of two houses," Xiao Yuchuan handed him a big bowl of porridge, "The porridge has been kept warm on the fire for you. I'll bring the medicine over once it's ready."
"Third brother..." Seeing his concern, a thread of guilt flashed in Xiao Qinghe's heart. But what could he do?