The little dumpling was sleeping soundly when suddenly someone lifted it up into the air.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous roar rang in my ears:

"You wild girl, you made Xiu'er kneel as punishment, and you even came here to laugh at her. I'm going to teach you a lesson today."

The little dumpling shook its head in a daze, but the next second Bai Mengyun threw it to the ground.

"Ouch!" the little dumpling cried out, rubbing its bottom.

Mu Yanxiu woke up at this moment, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the little dumpling lying on the ground, while her mother was baring her teeth and claws.

“Mother, my sister didn’t laugh at me; she came to keep me company.”

Mu Yanxiu spoke up.

"Sister?" Bai Mengyun exclaimed in surprise.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Is this wild girl not here to laugh at us?

And how should a daughter call her "sister"?

Bai Mengyun waved her hand. Now was not the time to dwell on these things. She needed to take this opportunity to teach the little dumpling a lesson.

Upon seeing the little dumpling's face, Bai Mengyun thought of her mother, and her dislike for the little dumpling intensified.

Bai Mengyun picked up the broom next to her and raised her hand to hit the little dumpling.

The little dumpling reached out and grabbed the broom that was being swung at her.

"Why did you hit me? Did you do something wrong, little dumpling?"

The little dumpling was incredibly strong, and Bai Mengyun simply couldn't bring herself to hit it.

"Mother, why did you hit her?" Mu Yanxiu asked, puzzled.

"What do you know? Mother did all this for you." Bai Mengyun called out to Mu Yanxiu, then looked at the little dumpling beneath her.

Since this girl is blocking her with her hand, she might as well kick her in the stomach now; she definitely won't be able to dodge it in time.

A cold glint flashed in Bai Mengyun's eyes. She had just lifted her foot when a stern voice stopped her.

"Bai Mengyun, what are you doing?" Mu Jinchen walked over quickly and pushed Bai Mengyun away.

Mu Jinchen originally came to check on Mu Yanxiu's condition, but upon arriving, he saw Bai Mengyun trying to hit the little dumpling. The way she raised her foot just now looked like she wanted to kick her.

Mu Jinchen frowned. The little dumpling was still so small, how could she bear to lay a hand on him!

"Bai Mengyun, you're getting uglier and uglier," Mu Jinchen said coldly, picking up the two children, one in each arm, and walking out.

"Mu Jinchen, stop right there!" Bai Mengyun was humiliated by Mu Jinchen's words and shouted uncontrollably.

But Mu Jinchen didn't turn around, and Bai Mengyun called out again unwillingly, "Xiu'er, come back! Aren't you on your mother's side?"

Mu Yanxiu looked at Bai Mengyun and called out, "Mother, Xiu'er is hungry. Xiu'er is going to eat breakfast first."

Bai Mengyun was so angry that she stomped her feet, kicking the prayer mats one after another, sending them rolling all over the place.

Qiuqiu, who had been huddled to one side, stuck out its tongue, threw some dirt at the crazed Bai Mengyun with its right hind leg, and then hopped off to chase after the little dumpling.

Mu Jinchen carried the two children to the dining table and put them down.

When the old Marquis saw the little dumpling, he clapped his hands with delight.

"Little dumpling, come here and let Grandpa hold you."

The little boy nestled into the old Marquis's arms and obediently said, "Good morning, Grandfather."

The old marquis was delighted and kissed her little face, but soon noticed the dark circles under the little girl's eyes.

The old Marquis looked at Mu Jinchen and immediately asked with a stern face, "Why does the little dumpling have dark circles under his eyes? Didn't he sleep well last night? How have you, as his older brother, taken care of him!"

Mu Jinchen quickly bowed to the old Marquis and said with a slight apology:

"I only discovered this morning that the little dumpling sneaked into the ancestral hall and stayed with Mu Yanxiu all night. It's all my fault; I didn't keep an eye on the little dumpling yesterday."

Only then did the old Marquis notice Mu Yanxiu beside him; she also had dark circles under her eyes and her hair was a mess.

The old marquis's expression softened slightly, and he reached out his hand to Mu Yanxiu.

"Does Xiu'er know she was wrong?" the old Marquis asked.

Mu Yanxiu nodded as if she understood, "I understand."

"Great-grandfather, can we eat now? Xiu'er is very hungry."

The old Marquis chuckled. This little fellow, Mu Yanxiu, is usually protected by Bai Mengyun, and he never gets up until the sun is high in the sky.

It was rare to see her this morning; she even offered to have breakfast.

"Grandfather, let's eat quickly, my sister is hungry."

The little dumpling's words stunned everyone present.

The person who calls his grandfather "sister" calls the person who calls his great-grandfather "sister." An ordinary person would probably spend days and nights trying to figure out this relationship.

Mu Jinyi couldn't help but laugh, covering his face with his black iron fan.

“Little dumpling, that’s not right. You shouldn’t call Xiu’er sister. You should call her niece.”

“Xiu’er, you shouldn’t call her Little Dumpling Sister, you should call her Auntie,” Mu Tingzheng explained.

The little dumpling and Mu Yanxiu looked at Mu Tingzheng and said in unison:

"But I'm taller than her."

"But I'm shorter than her."

Everyone couldn't help but laugh again, and Mu Jinyi laughed so hard he covered his stomach.

It turns out that these two little guys are ranked by height.

“That’s not right,” Mu Yanming said. She had just come in after writing a few pieces of calligraphy when she heard the two little ones’ absurd words.

"Seniority isn't based on height. Don't be so naive as to act like three-year-olds," Mu Yanming said.

They're not idiots!

The little dumpling and Mu Yanxiu nodded.

“I’ll still call you my little niece, and you can still call me your little aunt,” the little dumpling said to Mu Yanxiu.

"Okay!" Mu Yanxiu agreed.

After all, they are already four or five years old, so they are no longer stupid.

After correcting the two little ones' generational order, everyone sat down to eat breakfast.

Baskets of breakfast were laid out on the table.

Today's breakfast was a Cantonese dim sum specially ordered by the old Marquis.

Char siu bao, shrimp dumplings, rice noodle rolls, siu mai, and other delicacies are neatly arranged in the steamer, with Pu'er tea and chrysanthemum tea placed in front of each person.

Only the two little ones had their tea replaced with milk oatmeal.

The little dumpling picked up a shrimp dumpling, and the fresh and tender shrimp meat exploded in her mouth, with a hint of sweetness.

The little dumpling couldn't resist eating another one.

On the other side, Mu Yanxiu was not so refined. She had already devoured several baskets of steamed buns and shrimp dumplings, and finished two bowls of milk oatmeal.

Just as the Mu family finished breakfast, the old butler Zheng Yong walked in.

"My lord, people from the Earl of Shen'an's mansion have come knocking on the door, saying they wish to pay their respects to you," Steward Zheng announced loudly.

Earl of Shen'an?

The little dumpling suddenly felt that the name sounded familiar, and tried hard to recall it.

Oh right, the group of people who were chasing after Sister Xiaofen that day said they were Earl Shen'an's men.

The old Marquis was unaware of what had happened before and was wondering why Earl Shen'an, whom he had never visited before, had suddenly come to his door today.

Mu Tingzheng, standing to the side, snorted coldly. They had just returned home when Earl Shen'an came to visit. His intentions were a bit too obvious.

The old Marquis roughly guessed what was going on from Mu Tingzheng's reaction, so he said, "Azheng, I'll leave this matter to you."

The old lord picked up the little dumpling and said, "I'll take the little dumpling to see her grandmother."

Mu Tingzheng immediately responded.

After the old Marquis and the little dumpling left, Mu Ting whispered a few words to Steward Zheng.