Chapter 360: Garbage, sort it out

At the same time, in the ward.
Su Qingchen sat next to the man and asked seriously: "Daddy, do you want to eat only fruit?"
Fu Yunshang: "Don't eat, thank you."
Su Qingchen blinked: "How about oranges?"
Fu Yunshang: "Do not eat."
Su Qingchen frowned, and Daddy was really picky. Looked around the other fruits in the fruit basket in the house: "Do you eat strawberries?"
Fu Yunshang: "..." Why did the eldest son become so talkative?
If you don’t speak, you don’t eat. Su Qingchen set his eyes on the "big" fruit and said, "There are also cantaloupe, watermelon, dragon fruit, grapefruit, avocado, mangosteen... which one do you want, dad?"
Fu Yunshang: "..." suspected not at the ward but at the fruit shop.
Not waiting for Fu Yunshang to answer, Su Yiran, holding a bag of potato chips, suddenly found a small head and said, "Brother, I want to eat strawberries. Can you help me wash it?"
Su Qingchen's faceless (Qing Qing) refusal: "I can't now." Daddy's injury is very serious. He wants to accompany him. His brother is too inattentive, he is not at ease.
Su Yiran grunted and was a little disappointed: "Okay~"
Fu Yunshang rubbed his forehead.
Why did Xiaobei go out for so long and not come back? He felt that he could not move the two girls by himself.
He had finished the variety of fruits in the ward, but his father did not like to eat any of them. After thinking about it, Su Qingchen asked again: "Daddy, would you like to drink some water?"
Fu Yun Shangyu said mildly, "Clear the dust, if you feel bored, you can go out and play for a while."
"No, I'm not bored."
"……"Ok.
There was a brief silence in the ward, and I could only hear Su Yiran's crisp ‘　　　’ sound from eating potato chips.
The father and son sat in a row on the head of the (bed chu　ng), Su Qingchen glanced at the happy younger brother who took care of himself, pursed his lips, and could not help lifting the quilt down to take a bottle Sour ((奶Nai)n　i) came back and sat down again at Fu Yunshang (身sh　n), he took two mouthfuls of acid ((奶Nai)n　i), broke the silence and said, "Daddy, I Let me tell you a story."
When he is sick and uncomfortable, mom (Mi mi) usually accompanies him (身sh　n), and then tells him a story or sings a children's song to distract him and coax him.
He can't sing, he can tell stories.
I don't want to listen, but I can't say anything to reject my eldest son. Fu Yunshang (Qiang Qiang) gave a touch of a kind father's smile: "Okay, let's talk."
Su Qingchen took another two mouthfuls of acid ((奶Nai)n　i) to moisten her throat, and then slowly opened her mouth, her voice faltered: "The Chu people have waders; their swords fell into the water from the boat; Yunju (four sounds) Qi Qizhou said:'It is the place where my sword falls.'The boat stops..."
Fu Yunshang: "..."
Su Yiran heard, (plug cha) mouth: "Brother, what are you talking about? How can I not understand?"
Su Qingchen patiently told his younger brother Science: "It is a fable story called "Carving a Sword"."
Su Yiran seemed to understand: "But your story makes people want to doze off... or let me tell Daddy."
"Cough cough cough......" Su Yi cleared his throat, put away the potato chips, straightened up (son sh　n), and started a fan: "On a dark night with a dark wind, a bunny held two The root carrot ran wild in a deep alley with only two trash cans..."
"Why are there two trash cans?" Su Qingchen interrupted, asking questions.
"Because one is loaded: recyclable garbage, the other is loaded: non-recyclable garbage."
"Oh..." Su Qingchen glanced at the sour ((奶Nai)n　i) box in his hand, and asked (無yu) very (强qiang): "That acid that has not been finished ((奶奶)n　i) Is it recyclable garbage or non-recyclable garbage?"
Su Yiran: "..."
He tells stories, isn't it popular science?
This is too superb!