The Eastern Ning Marquis's Residence.
The front hall.
Jiang Ning strode over carrying a steaming bamboo basket, with Lin Qingyi, dressed in plain white, following close behind.
The moment he entered the front hall,
he saw Little Doubao sitting alone on a stool, her legs swinging in the air.
Jiang Yiming was beside her, looking after her.
"Uncle!!" Hearing footsteps, Little Doubao turned around, and her eyes immediately lit up.
The next moment,
she leaped straight off the stool.
Thump-
The impact of landing buckled her short legs, and she fell to her knees, catching herself with both hands.
Jiang Yiming, standing beside her, jumped in fright and hurried over.
Suddenly,
he saw a figure appear before him.
Jiang Ning had already crouched down.
As for the steaming basket in his hands, he had set it on the nearby dining table.
Steam rose from it like thin wisps of cooking smoke.
"Uncle!!" Little Doubao gazed at Jiang Ning from the floor, her eyes brimming with tears.
Seeing her like this, Jiang Ning could not help smiling.
He scooped Little Doubao into his arms.
"Uncle, it hurts." Little Doubao opened her hands and held them out to Jiang Ning.
Her chubby hands were covered in grit and dust. He could clearly see tiny stones that had pierced her skin and lodged beneath it.
He swept a hand over them. Her palms were instantly clean again, though the tiny wounds remained plainly visible.
Clearly, catching herself against the ground had scraped her skin.
"It won't hurt in a moment!" Jiang Ning said, gently rubbing Little Doubao's palms.
In an instant,
the wounds on both palms vanished, leaving them fully healed.
"It really doesn't!! It really doesn't hurt anymore!!" Little Doubao stared at her hands in amazement, turning her palms before her eyes.