Yushan walked to the chair next to him and sat down. He picked up a book and started reading.

After a few hours, Feng Lin put down the pen, his eyes were drowsy, and he blinked. He stretched and changed a few positions. Finally, he lost to sleepiness and fell asleep on the table.

Yu Shan looked up and saw Feng Lin asleep, walked to Feng Lin, gently put Feng Lin's head in her arms, put one hand under Feng Lin's knees, and hugged Feng Lin hard.

Twelve-year-old Yushan, who was five feet tall, hugged Feng Lin like a mother holding a child. She walked to the cabinet and put her on the bed, took off Feng Lin's shoes and coat, and covered him with a quilt.

There were ink marks on Feng Lin's hands and face. Yushan stretched out his hand and wiped it gently. Seeing that it couldn't be wiped off, he took a wet wipe and wiped it bit by bit. Feng Lin took off the quilt and murmured: "It's hot...

…”

Yushan put down the wet towel, transformed into a square fan, and slowly fanned Fenglin. Fenglin had a peaceful expression on his face and fell asleep deeper. After fanning for half an hour, Yushan also felt a little sleepy.

"Girl, dinner is ready." Lan Shisi walked in. Yushan was awakened by the call and quickly made a gesture to speak softly. He walked to Lan Shisi and said softly: "Put it in the side pavilion.

"

"Yes." Lan Shisi stepped back.

Yu Shan walked to the bed and sat down. She lay down next to Feng Lin's ear and whispered: "I'm up." while patting Feng Lin's back. Feng Lin also woke up slowly and said vaguely: "What time is it?"

"

"It's the eleventh hour."

Feng Lin got out of bed and put on his shoes. Yushan brought hot water wipes and said, "Wash your face."

Feng Lin got dressed and washed his face. Yushan fixed Feng Lin's messy hair a few times and it looked decent.

"Let's go to the side pavilion for dinner."

Arriving at the side pavilion, Feng Lin's favorite dishes were placed on the table.

The two of them took their seats.

"Eat."

Feng Lin picked up a piece of fish and mixed it with rice and started eating it. Yu Shan moved his chopsticks a little and stopped eating.

After Feng Lin finished eating, Lan Xin put away the dishes and chopsticks, and the two of them cleaned their mouths.

"Auntie, don't they need it?"

"There is a letter from mother. She will not be back today. Feng Lin, do you want to answer Feng Lin or stay with Yao Yue?"

"Of course I sleep with my sister."

"Well let's go out to eat."

"Oh, okay." Yu Shan took Feng Lin's hand and Lan Shisi brought a lantern.

"Give it to me." Yushan took the lamp and walked out of Yueyue Pavilion.

"The magnolia in front of my sister's door is the same variety as the magnolia in Tingfeng's courtyard."

"The two magnolias were originally planted here together, and later our ancestors transplanted one of them to Tingfeng."

"This one is standing here, he is lonely!"

"But they always stay in the same soil. Even if they are separated, they still have the same roots."

"Too."

Yushan and Fenglin followed the gravel road and passed by Chaoyang Pavilion.

"Sister Yushan, Feng Lin." Jing Fu stood on the high attic and waved. Feng Lin looked up and saw Jing Fu flying down with a light jump.

"Come out to eat?"

"Um."

"What is Brother Jing doing?"

"Hang the lantern."

"No wonder his face is so gray."

"Hehe." Jing Fu scratched his head and giggled.

Yushan patted the dust on Jing Fu's body and said, "Let Shiyi change your clothes quickly."

"Don't worry, there are still a few left."

Yushan looked at the attic, waved his hand and hung up the lantern automatically.

"Sister Yushan is still awesome." Jing Fu spread his hands and shook his head.

"If you have the skills, practice more."

"I know." Jing Fu scratched his head.

"By the way, Aunt Yunnuo makes several kinds of pastries there. Jinhuai and the others have gone, so let's go too."

"good."

"Walk."

Yu Shan pulled Jing Fu and said, "Change your clothes."

"Okay, just wait, I'll be there soon."

Yushan scratched his head.

"Brother Jing, you are really irritable." Feng Lin snickered.

"Leave it to him, he will be fine if he grows older."

Jing Fu changed his clothes.

"Hey, this one looks much better than the one just now."

"Of course you don't want to see who it is?" Jing Fu patted his chest.

"Dress like you're going to flirt with a boudoir lady."

"Feng Lin, listen, is this true?"

"Hahaha……"

The three of them arrived at Yanguang Pavilion, which was very lively. Lan Xin and a few clones were processing ingredients. The three of them walked in and saluted, "Aunt Lan Xin."

"Yushan, Jingfu and Fenglin are here." Lan Xin called towards the kitchen.

"Yushan, follow Yun Shu and Li Yue to adjust the spices." Yunuo came out of the kitchen. Before he could call Jing Fu, he ran to knead the dough with Jin Huai. Yunuo shook his head, "Feng Lin, come in.

"

Yunuo walked to the kitchen with Feng Lin. He saw Chuanze pressing cakes, Chunyang lighting the fire, and Di Xi chopping wood. "Auntie, what should I do?"

"You follow Kawasawa and press the cake, be careful not to get hurt."

"Okay." Feng Lin walked to the kitchen, "Hello, brothers!"

"Fenglin is good!"

Feng Lin went to Chuanze and bowed. Chuanze was two feet taller than Feng Lin, and it was not obvious that he was only one year older than Feng Lin.

Feng Lin picked up a mold and stuffed the dough into it, then punched it down hard, "Pop...", and a flower-shaped pastry was ready.

"Fenglin."

"Huh?" Feng Lin raised his head.

"You need to add stuffing."

Kawaze saw Feng Lin's face being sprayed with flour.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh." Feng Lin picked up a ball of yellow stuffing in front of him. "Is this it?"

"Yeah." Feng Lin flattened the dough, put the filling in, wrapped it up, and kneaded it a few times, but half of the filling was still outside the dough. Seeing this, Kawazawa gave Feng Lin the dough with filling in front of him, "I'll put it,

You take shape.”

"good."

Finally the dough is all shaped.

Yun Nuo was put into the steamer one by one.

"You can go out and take a rest."

"Okay." Di Xi Chunyang walked out.

Feng Lin took a step forward, and Chuan Ze grabbed him, conjured up a silk handkerchief embroidered with orchids, squatted down, and wiped the flour off Feng Lin's face.

"Okay." Kawazawa stood up.

"Wait a minute." Feng Lin grabbed the handkerchief in Kawaze's hand. Kawaze let go. Feng Lin took the handkerchief and brushed the flour on Kawaze's dark green clothes. "Brother, you should also be cleaner."

"Yes." Feng Lin wiped it carefully. After that, the two of them walked out of the kitchen.

Everyone sat at their desks, and Feng Lin ran to Yushan's side.
To be continued...