Now that the Huo family had spoken, Cen's mother felt relieved and let the girls take the child away.

For the past few days, Little Dumpling has been going to the kitchen every night to sprinkle water. Although Fengyue Tower is not short of money, they can't eat chicken and duck every day. She can only sprinkle the dishes with the spiritual spring water from her space.

Since the last bout of diarrhea, the girls in the building haven't experienced any side effects from eating food sprinkled with the spiritual spring water. Only Cen's mother had diarrhea a few times, but she's recovered now.

She drinks the spring water cup after cup without any side effects, and seems to have more strength than her peers.

Looking at the expressions on the girls' faces in the building, the little dumpling felt a great sense of accomplishment. Look at their smooth, delicate skin, look at their fair and tender faces—it was all thanks to her.

"What is that little girl giggling about?"

This is a kindred spirit; she plays the zither beautifully, and her hands are her most treasured possession. Right now, she's using her most precious hands to weave grasshoppers out of wild grass for the little girl.

"Who knows? So young, yet already acting like a little pervert."

Chunying poked the little girl's forehead. The little rascal was just staring at them and grinning like an idiot.

When the girls have free time, they often come to the front hall to chat and do things they enjoy. Chunying and Liuxu are fiddling with a beauty formula to make their skin smoother. Although their faces are already in good condition, never underestimate a woman's innate love of beauty.

The little girl covered the spot where Chunying had poked her, her grape-like eyes smiling like crescent moons, and above her wide-open mouth, two shallow dimples.