Female-male sex: Salted fish forced to rise to prominence

Su Yu looked at her happy sister, smiled dotingly, turned to her mother and said, "Mother, please clean up the dressing table outside and redistribute it."

"I still have to take Xie An and Nan Xing out to take care of some business," he said as he stood up and bowed to say goodbye.

"Okay, okay, go ahead," Su's mother waved her hands, looking impatient as if telling her to leave quickly, which was very different from her previous attitude towards her son.

If you look closely, you can see that her eyes are completely attracted by the exquisitely crafted dressing table outside.

Su Yu followed his mother's gaze and found her face amusing, as if she had seen a little girl receiving a gift. However, he suppressed the curve of his lips and pretended that nothing had happened and that he had not seen anything. He walked out of the hall with steady steps.

Before he had taken a few steps, he heard Su's mother's instructions from behind: "Mingyue, Xiaowu, move the one with magnolia shape to my room, move the one with calm maple leaf shape to Nanny Wang's room, and the remaining one with peach blossom pattern is just right for the little girl, so move it to Nanxing's room."

Of course Su Yu couldn't see it. The maids Qing Ning and Ming Yue who were present were all envious. Even Aunt Fang from the kitchen came out to watch. After all, every woman likes to be pretty. They also wanted to have a dressing table of their own.

Nor could you hear them silently swearing to serve their master more attentively in the future, hoping that when their master was in a good mood, he would reward them with such an exquisite dressing table just like he rewarded Nanny Wang and Nan Xing.

Su Yu certainly never thought that a mere dressing table could arouse the subjective initiative of the servants in the mansion.

Outside the door, Su Yu and Nan Xing were waiting for Xie An to harness the carriage before going out.

Su Yu looked into the distance. He had originally thought of going to the Golden House to talk to Mr. Huang about the toothbrush cooperation. But then he thought about it. His toothpaste hadn't been made yet. How could people believe his empty promise?

Carpenter Chen trusted him because of their previous cooperation, and because he was a simple and honest person, and he had great trust and respect for him.

But the shopkeeper Huang of the Golden Building was different. Although he looked elegant and did not show any businessman's arrogance at all, Su Yu could not simply believe that he was a kind-hearted man who gave money away casually. A shopkeeper who could run such a big shop could not be a careless person.

So Su Yu thought about it and decided to go to the pharmacy to buy some materials first. After he made the toothpaste and tested the effect, he would let the shopkeeper Huang test it before discussing other things. Wouldn't it be easier to negotiate successfully?

After a while, Xie An was seen walking briskly from the direction of the stable at the back door, holding tightly in his hand a carriage that was simply decorated but neat and clean.

When he got close to Su Yu, he gently pulled the reins in his hand, and the docile horse immediately stood still obediently, not moving.

Xie An carefully helped the young master onto the carriage, ensuring he was secure, then turned around and helped his sister securely onto the carriage. After everything was arranged, he himself swiftly jumped onto the side of the carriage and sat down.

After sitting down, Xie An turned to look at the young master in the carriage and asked respectfully, "Young master, where are we going next?"

Su Yu answered without hesitation: "Let's find a pharmacy first."

"Yes, sir!" Xie An responded after receiving the instructions, then shook his wrist and gently swung out a horsewhip.

With the crisp sound of the whip, the horse began to move slowly forward as if it understood the command. Under Xie An's skillful driving, the carriage drove steadily and orderly towards the nearby pharmacy.

When they arrived outside the pharmacy, Su Yu instructed Xie An: "Go in and buy two pounds of chicken gizzard lining and two pounds of mint leaves."

"Okay, young master," Xie An received the order and quickly walked into the pharmacy.

While Xie An was buying medicine, suddenly, a shrill cry of a child came from inside the pharmacy.

The sound was childish and sharp, as if it was in great pain, and it was terrifying to hear. However, it didn't last long before the wailing stopped abruptly, and the surroundings returned to peace.

Su Yu did not pay much attention to this change. At this moment, he was concentrating on thinking about the formula of toothpaste. After all, in ancient times, compared with modern times, many materials had not yet been introduced, so he needed to spend more time thinking about alternatives.

At this time, Xie Nanxing, who was sitting in the car, heard the crying coming from outside. She was full of curiosity. She couldn't help but reach out to lift the curtain of the car window, stick out her little head, and look into the pharmacy.

Just at this moment, she saw her brother Xie An carrying two medicine bags tied with ropes and walking out of the drugstore.

She hurriedly asked: "Brother, what's wrong with the child in the pharmacy? Why is he crying so miserably?"

Upon hearing this, Xie An frowned, with a look of pity on his face. He walked over and said, "Just now, the young man kept pinching his neck with his hands. He was crying loudly at first, but later his face became paler and he couldn't make any sound. However, the doctor in the pharmacy felt his pulse and said that he had difficulty breathing, but he couldn't find the cause and was at a loss as to what to do."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a thunderbolt that split the sky, instantly shattering the thoughts in Su Yu's mind. He suddenly came to his senses and thought to himself, "Isn't this the situation of being choked by a foreign object?" In this situation, time was as urgent as a burning fuse, and there was no room for delay.