The plump old woman lived up to the playgirl's ardent hopes and said to the stunned woman in brocade and Hua Rui: "I've met the second lady, I've met the fourth lady..."

The second lady carefully looked at the dull and ignorant playgirl, coughed, leaned slightly and said, "Miss Seventh is here?"

The flower girl understood the situation now, and bent down stiffly, as a return gift: "I have met the second aunt, I have met the fourth sister." Her mother had spread knowledge to her. The Hua family has always valued etiquette, and the status of the aunt is not as high as that of the young lady.

, so the aunts have to bow when they see the lady.

Even though they secretly named a little flower dog Huahua to humiliate the flower girl, they still had to bow when they saw her in public.

The flower girl was very satisfied with this. She looked at the radiant face of the second aunt and the pink and jade-colored wrists, and she thought of the golden roasted lamb leg that was sizzling and dripping with oil.

In the lobby, Hua Rongguang and all the ladies and aunts, who are as beautiful as flowers, took their places, and the ladies were also lined up, standing in a beautiful manner.

Playgirl becomes the center of attention, it feels like a delicious dish is brought to the table, and everyone's eyes are fixed on this dish.

But who should she be? I heard that her legendary father called her back mainly to make up for the expenses. If it weren't for the emperor's decree, the daughters of officials above the fourth rank must be present at the Mid-Autumn Festival.

, her father is afraid that he will never be able to remember that he still has a daughter wandering away until his death.

The flower girl bowed erratically, and her furry and non-standard movements made Hua Rongguang frown into wrinkles on the dumpling wrapper. However, thinking of something, he tried to adjust his voice to the gentlest state: "Say

Tell me, what have you learned from following your mother these years?"

Hua Rongguang completely forgot that Flower Girl had come all the way and hadn't eaten lunch yet. It was already dinner time.

Hungry! Playgirl's stomach growled a few times, which made her aunts and sisters all chuckle to themselves. Playgirl made a mental note of the few people who didn't laugh, and then she answered slowly: "

If you want to return to daddy, you can play music, chess, calligraphy and painting..."

Huh... Hua Rongguang's heart was half relieved, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But who knows, the flower girl has not finished the second half of her story: "I don't know how to..."

Hua Rongguang's face suddenly turned black. He stared at his grown-up daughter and couldn't help stroking his forehead when he saw her stupid and stupid look.

The eldest lady is gentle, and she is one of those people who can stand and talk without pain in her back: "It's a pity that Jiu Yiniang has such good piano skills..."

"My mother is hungry, and so am I." Four years ago, there was a famine in Qianluo City, and tens of thousands of people died. It would be great if you could find someone who stuttered, and you can also play the piano and play to the cow, right?

The playgirl's appearance was so pitiful that the women who listened to the gossip couldn't bear to rub salt into their wounds. Instead, they turned around and tried to persuade her: "Mr. Xiang, Jiu Yiniang and Miss Seven are not easy..."

At that time, the famine spread, and people in the capital were panicked, not to mention the two mothers in Qianluo City.

Hua Rongguang then asked casually: "Your mother lives outside the city, do you have any objections?"

"My daughter doesn't dare to have any opinions." The playgirl blinked her big eyes, thinking that her father was just as her mother said.
Chapter completed!