Sang Jiang followed behind the two of them.
Both she and Chunhe had put on makeup before coming out, so unless you knew them very well, you wouldn't recognize them.
They just need to deliberately avoid familiar people.
As soon as the two entered, they heard a childish voice.
"What is this? Mumu doesn't want to eat this. Mumu wants to eat the pork jerky that Mommy makes!"
Hearing the girl's proud voice, Sang Jiang felt a lump in her throat and instinctively clenched her right hand around her left.
Then came Sang Chaochao's cool voice: "When is Daddy coming? We miss Mommy."
The little palace maid looked at the two toddlers in front of her and felt a surge of anxiety: "Little princess and little prince, don't worry, the emperor will be back soon."
Hearing this, Sang Jiang felt even more distressed. Day and night, no matter how smart he was, he was still just a four-year-old child.
She subconsciously quickened her pace.
Yang Qi noticed something was wrong with her, grabbed her arm, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"
Sang Jiang then realized her rudeness. She pursed her lips and hurriedly straightened herself up to Yang Qi, saying, "This servant was impolite. This servant only heard the little princess say that she wanted to eat pork jerky, and this servant happens to know how to make it."
Yang Qi's eyes lit up instantly, and the wariness in his eyes relaxed a lot: "You can make pork jerky?"
“Yes.” Sang Jiang nodded heavily.
She was just worried about not having a chance to get closer to Chaochao Mumu, and now that's good, at least she has an excuse to stay here.
Sang Mumu has loved eating meat since she was a child, but it's not good to keep gnawing on meat all the time, so she simply made pork jerky for her, which is both convenient for her to eat and clean and hygienic.
When Yang Qi saw him nod, his eyes lit up instantly.
Yesterday, Sang Mumu kept asking for pork jerky, which really worried Long Jingchen.
Sang Jiang has now solved a problem for him.
He treated Sang Jiang even better, looking at her with a grin and asking, "So, what's your name?"
Sang Jiang thought for a moment, then said softly, "Sanyoumu (三又木)."
"Three-fold wood?" Yang Qi murmured.
It sounds weird, but it doesn't matter. As long as she knows how to make pork jerky, it solves one of her biggest problems.
Sang Jiang nodded and asked softly, "Eunuch Yang, may I see the young prince and princess first?"
"Okay." Yang Qi agreed without hesitation.
He led the two of them to Chaochao Mumu and looked at them, speaking softly: "Little Prince and Little Princess, this is a new palace maid."
After saying that, as if afraid that the two would be dissatisfied, she pulled out Sang Jiang and introduced her: "This is San Youmu, she can make pork jerky."
Upon hearing this, Sang Mumu immediately pouted and said in a haughty tone, "I don't want to hear it. Mumu only wants to eat what Mother makes. When will Father come back? Mumu wants to find Mother."
A hint of fear flickered in Sang Chaochao's small eyes as he blinked at the group.
Seeing the two of them, Sang Jiang felt relieved.
She took two steps forward, looked at Mumu, and said softly, "Little princess, don't be afraid. I can also make pork jerky, and I guarantee it will taste exactly the same as your mother's."
As she spoke, she winked at the two of them.
Every morning and evening, I was stunned when I saw her actions.
Mu Mu's phoenix eyes lit up instantly, and she shouted loudly at Sang Jiang...
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