Chapter 87: Sizi's Losing Her Baby Teeth? Su Mu lay on a bamboo chair in the shade of a tree, a dog-eared cookbook draped over his face, lazily waving a cattail leaf fan in his hand. In this wretched weather, the slightest movement brought on a sweat; it was far better to just lie flat and play dead. A very soft set of footsteps came from the courtyard entrance. Usually, long before anyone appeared, that sweet, sticky cry of "big bwother" would have already flown in. Today, however, it was…