After lunch, Zhuo Ye ordered Qiao Ling to help her bring the things she needed into the hall, and then said: "You don't need your service here anymore. You and Qingzhu haven't had lunch yet, go and roast the remaining vegetables and meat."
Come on, don't waste it. If you can't eat anymore, call Ma Zhang, Sao Sun and Xiang Sui." Ma Zhang and Sao Sun are the two rough ladies in Zhuo Ye's courtyard.
"Yes, girl." Qiao Ling responded, gave Qingzhu a wink, and turned around to go out. She knew in her heart that the "fear of waste" in Zhuo Ye's mouth was just an excuse to be considerate, appease them, and let them eat in peace.
That’s all.
Qingzhu glanced at Feng Linge and saw his prince nodding and stroking his growling stomach. After hesitating for a moment, he also walked out.
"Is this a carriage? It's so small..." "Little Baozi" curiously picked up a wooden carriage on the table, opened the small curtain, took a look inside, and shouted in surprise: "What's inside?"
There is also a little man!!”
"Xuan'er, look who that little man looks like?" Zhuo Ye said with a smile.
"Little Baozi" reached out and took out the two little figures in the wooden carriage. He looked carefully and saw that one looked like a woman, with simple clothes and a smile, and the other looked like a round little doll with a bun.
The clothes are exactly the same as his!
"This is...'Little Leaf' and Xuan'er?" "Little Baozi" frowned slightly and said with some uncertainty.
"Yes, it's 'Little Leaf' and Xuan'er." Zhuo Ye said with a smile.
"But... why am I so fat? How could I be so fat! I'm just... just... a little bit strong, a little bit strong..." "Little Baozi" frowned and pursed his lips.
, protested with a slumped face.
"Pfft -" Feng Linge, who was drinking tea at the side, heard this and couldn't help spitting out a sip of tea. He smiled at Feng Linche and said, "Third brother, who do you think this precious son of yours is following?
?”
Feng Lince glanced at the wrinkled "little bun" and said expressionlessly: "I also want to know about this."
"Haha." Zhuo Ye couldn't help laughing, picked up the "little bun", kissed his tender face hard, and said with a smile: "Who said Xuan'er is fat! Xuan'er is fat!
You’re not fat, Xuan’er is cute!”
"Really? Really? Am I cute?" "Little Baozi" asked with wide eyes and twitching eyebrows.
"Of course! Xuan'er is very, very cute!" Zhuo Ye said, taking another bite on the "little bun"'s face.
"Little Baozi" stretched out his chubby hand, wiped the saliva on his face with the back of his hand, then brought it to his nose and sniffed, grinning and said: "'Little Yezi', your saliva smells like barbecue..."
When Zhuo Ye heard this, her smile froze and her facial muscles twitched. She felt as if a crow was flying above her head...
"Ha...haha..." Feng Linge finally couldn't help laughing when she saw Zhuo Ye's funny expression.
Is it funny? The corners of Zhuo Ye's mouth twitched, and the crows above his head seemed to be swarming...
But since it was the first time she saw Feng Linge laughing so heartily, and her smile was so bright that it made people and gods angry, she didn't care about them anymore...
Feng Linche couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips, and then glanced at the "little bun" with a stern face...
"Little Baozi" received his father's stern gaze and couldn't help but shrink his neck in fear, wondering what mistake he had made again.
Zhuo Ye put down the "little bun" in his arms, picked up a piece of silk cloth on the table, unfolded it, and spread it on the open space of the room.
Feng Linche, Feng Linge, and "Little Baozi" all looked over curiously, only to see that it was an oversized map drawn on silk cloth!