“Ms. Ye, please.” The door attendant saluted.
Ye Qianning walked in. The room was very large, and the classical mahogany furniture was arranged in an orderly manner. At a glance, it was clear that the owner was an artistic person.
After looking around for a few times, she walked towards the bookshelf. The classics on the bookshelf were all rare and unique copies and small seal scripts from various places. There were also many books on Guan Yu's music scores and ballads.
“Ms. Ye.” The female doorkeeper came up with a plate of pastries.
Ye Qianning walked over and asked, "Where's the owner?"
“Ms. Ye, please wait a moment. Our host will handle some matters and will be here in a moment.” The female doorkeeper placed the cakes on the table.
Ye Qianning sat down and her eyes fell on the pastry, hibiscus and osmanthus cake, which was her favorite pastry when she was a child. She raised her hand to pick up a quick bite and put it in her mouth.
The familiar taste comes with it, and the unique taste cannot be produced in pastry shops.
After finishing one piece, I picked up the second piece immediately. When I was halfway through eating, I heard the sound of the stone door rising.
She raised her eyes and saw two women walking in one after another. The woman in front was wearing a purple skirt and veil, and the woman behind was wearing a blue gauze skirt.
Seeing the excitement in the eyes of Ye Qianning and the two of them, the woman behind them couldn't help but take a few steps forward.
Ye Qianning stood up, with a smile on her face, and called out: "Eighth Yiniang, Ninth Yiniang."
The woman in the blue gauze skirt had already arrived. She was choked with sobs and had not yet spoken. When she heard her speak, the tears in her eyes immediately couldn't stop: "You...you know?"
The woman in the purple skirt was not that surprised, but her eye circles became red.
"It's been four days. If she can't guess it again, she'll be stupid."
The furnishings of her room, her food, and her habits are all the same as when she was a child.
with no one close to her would know about these habits of hers, especially Ba Yiniang's pastries, almost no one can make them taste exactly the same.
Xinghua burst into tears and hugged Ye Qianning: "Pangtuan, my Pangtuan, ten years, ten years."
Ye Qianning's throat was sore and her eyes were filled with tears. She hugged her back and said in a gentle voice, "Auntie, I'm back."
“Fat Tuan…” Xinghua cried so hard that she was out of breath.
Hua Qiao sniffed, stepped forward and hugged both of them, crying so hard.
When Xiang Minghou arrived, he saw three women hugging each other and crying bitterly. This scene made his eyes sore. If it weren't for the difference between men and women, he would have wanted to join in and cry together...
…
Cough lightly and walk over.
“Fat group…”
“Pang Tuan, you have suffered a lot these years. Every time I see you become so thin these days, my aunt’s heart aches…”
Xinghua and Huaqiao cried so loudly that they were not heard at all.
“Auntie, stop crying, daddy is here.” Ye Qianning pulled her sleeves to wipe her auntie’s tears.
"So what if he comes? We miss our daughter, why can't we cry anymore?" Hua Qiao muttered, her tears still unstoppable.
Xinghua sobbed and let go of Ye Qianning: "It's been four days, but we've been thinking too much."
"That's right, that's right." Hua Qiao also let go of her hand.
"I miss my aunt too. I saw my father and Jiu Yiniang downstairs that day. I blame me for not recognizing them for a moment." At that time, Ye Qianning just thought they looked familiar. Ten years later, my aunt has also changed a lot.
“If your father hadn’t stopped me, I would have known you right then.” Speaking of this, Hua Qiao couldn’t help but glare at Xiang Minghou, and raised her hand to tear off her veil.
“Dad is stopping my aunt from acknowledging me?” Ye Qianning turned around and said, “Dad?”
She has been wondering for the past two days, why is she avoiding her even though she is her aunt? (End of chapter)
