She skipped out through the door like a cheerful little sparrow.
Taking three steps as two, she bounced over to Jiang Qinghe.
Tilting up her rosy little face, she grinned and said:
"Brother, you're back!"
Looking at his sister, Jiang Qinghe suddenly felt playful. He deliberately hid one hand behind his back, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Ziyue, guess what your brother brought back for you from Cangfeng City this time?"
The little girl's eyes immediately lit up. Blinking her big round eyes, she cried sweetly:
"Something delicious!"
"You're the clever one!"
Jiang Qinghe could not hold back his laughter. He brought out the hand hidden behind his back, revealing the neat square package he was carrying.
Inside were Fengyang Cakes, a famous sweet from Cangfeng City.
Last time Gong Jie had come to pay New Year's greetings, he had brought these cakes with him.
Back then, Jiang Qinghe had only eaten a few pieces. The rest had almost entirely been swept clean by this little girl.
She had eaten with great relish, crying that it was wonderful and still wanting more.
Jiang Qinghe had seen it and remembered it.
This time, when he went to Cangfeng City, he had specially bought several more boxes so she could eat her fill.
Fortunately, these boxes of Fengyang Cake had been stored in the escort cart along with the other goods and had not been damaged in that night's chaotic battle. That was why he could bring them back intact.
He sat down on a stone stool in the courtyard and watched his sister, like a little squirrel that had received its most beloved treasure.
She nibbled at the cakes in tiny, precious bites, completely unaware that crumbs had covered the corners of her mouth.
As she ate, she chattered