Unexpectedly, the two children hadn't come back yet, but they were expecting the uninvited guests that the maid had announced.
Xiao Lingyue originally wanted to go to the front hall to take a look before Hanhan and Beibei came back, but before going out, she happened to bump into them again.
What kind of luck is this?
Xiao Lingyue sighed helplessly, but there was no clue on her face.
With a happy face, Hanhan held the flowers he had just picked in front of her as if they were a treasure: "Give them to mother. I picked these with my own hands. Mother, do you like them?"
"Well, it's so beautiful."
Xiao Lingyue smiled and touched his head, "Have you been choosing for a long time? Your head is sweating."
"Hey, it won't take long, as long as mother likes it!" Han Han said and was about to hand the flowers to her.
"The flowers you picked are very tacky, you have the nerve to say it, don't stand in front of mother." Beibei also squeezed over and handed over the flowers he was holding, "Mother, here it is."
Hanhan was unconvinced and said: "How is it tacky? My mother said it is very beautiful."
"That's what my mother coaxed you to do!" Beibei glared at him, "All you picked were big red flowers. Do you think they look good?"
"Why don't they look good? Aren't the flowers just red?" Han Han said loudly.
Seeing that the two children were about to argue.
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
She glanced at the two bouquets of flowers in her hands with a subtle expression.
They are all picked fresh.
The flower shape is somewhat like a peony. The flower disk is large and complicated, and the petals are gracefully stretched. At first glance, it seems that it is a flower specially cultivated for noble people to watch.
But obviously, the two young guys couldn't appreciate it. They could only see the different colors of the flowers.
On the left hand are seven or eight flowers picked by Han Han.
They are all fiery red and gorgeous, set off by the golden stamens, and the wealth is compelling.
On the right hand are seven or eight flowers picked by Bei Bei.
There are various colors including pink, pure white and light purple, which are clear and elegant, in sharp contrast with the big red flowers picked by Han Han.
Xiao Lingyue: "..."
Is it true that the aesthetic differences between the two children are so big?
When I saw them choosing riding clothes before, Hanhan liked the golden and gorgeous styles, while Beibei was just the opposite, obviously preferring plain colors.
Looking at these two bouquets of flowers, the contrast is even stronger.
"Mom, let me judge, who picks more beautiful things, me or Beibei?"
After a few arguments without distinction, Han Hanqi puffed out his cheeks and looked to his mother for comment with his hands on his hips.
Beibei snorted coldly and looked over.
Xiao Lingyue, who was looked at by two pairs of big black eyes, felt like a sandwich biscuit for a moment.
"..."
She held two bouquets of flowers and couldn't help but be silent for a moment.
Then she smiled, bent down and kissed each of the two children on the face, and said with a smile: "As long as you picked them, I think they all look good. Each one is good-looking in its own way."
Hanhan's cheeks turned red all of a sudden, feeling shy and happy at the same time: "Mother~"
Beibei whispered: "Mother is so cunning..."
If you put it this way, it's clear that no one has a choice, and I just want to make them happy.
When mother and son are enjoying themselves happily.
The maid on the side was so anxious that she was sweating and couldn't help but remind her: "County Master, it's time for us to leave. The nuns in the palace are still waiting in the front hall!"
As soon as he said this sentence, the atmosphere suddenly stopped. This chapter has been completed!