Yan Xuefei and the old woman were bathing them. Unexpectedly, the latter did not ask Ling Yun to come in or tell stories.
"Qianqian, is your dream to be the empress? It's so big!" Yan Xuefei asked curiously, thinking to herself that Qianqian was so young yet understood such things.
"Mm-hmm, just like Aunt Yaoyue, wearing a crown, an empress!" the little one replied in her milky voice!
Beibei laughed aloud, "She's an empress, not a female turtle!"
"Hahaha!"
Yan Xuefei covered her mouth and chuckled, truly left both laughing and crying by the three little troublemakers!
"Sister's dream? So great!" Little Irene said in her milky voice!
"Yes, does Little Irene have any great dreams? Is it also to be an empress?" Yan Xuefei asked curiously. All three of them probably had one; she already knew Qianqian's and Beibei's, leaving only Little Irene's!
"Baby wants to have a little house."
"A house? What kind of house for such a lowly dream."
"The house of Baby's ideals, you see: the roof is ice cream, the chimney is roasted meat, the bed is honey peaches, the pillows are all watermelons, it rains raisins, it snows lollipops, the front yard is Wangzai, the river floats entirely with peaches, whatever swims in the river and flies in the sky are all things to eat, and when Baby gives a shout they automatically line up and jump into my mouth, while the clouds in the sky are cotton candy."
Little Irene finished it all in one breath. The little one and Beibei had darkened faces, yet the two of them simultaneously raised their thumbs.
"Wow... Little Irene has such a great dream."
In their milky voices, they spoke in unison!
"It's all things to eat?"
Hearing this, Yan Xuefei was utterly speechless. This was