The Mu Family Mansion in the capital.
Two small figures, a person and a dog, were running hurriedly across the corridor.
The little dumpling's bangs had all flowed up, revealing her smooth forehead.
She clenched her little fists, running while muttering to herself:
"Flour! Flour! I need flour!"
The puppy Qiuqiu, following behind her, also stuck out its tongue and said:
"Yes! Lots of flour!"
Little Dumpling and Ball Ball ran to the kitchen, then slammed on the brakes and turned to go inside.
In the kitchen, the cooks and the older women were busy preparing breakfast.
Two small figures slipped through the gaps in the crowd.
An elderly woman carrying a radish had just turned around when a little boy crawled under her apron.
"Good heavens, little princess, what are you doing here?"
The old woman exclaimed in surprise and immediately lifted the radish high, afraid that it would bump into the little person beneath her.
"My little darling, what are you doing here?" another old woman holding a large shovel exclaimed in surprise.
Little dumpling: "Grandma, where's the flour? I need flour."
"Huh?" The old woman carrying the radishes put them down in confusion.
Although she didn't know why the little dumpling wanted flour, she still served her a big bowl of snow-white flour.
The little dumpling was holding a bowl of flour, its eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.
As she ran outside, she said:
"Thank you, ma'am."
The old woman paused for a moment, then shouted after the little boy's retreating figure:
"Little princess, come and get more if you need more."
The little dumpling, carrying flour and with the ball in tow, ran quickly towards the room.
Mu Jinyi had just gotten up, yawning as he opened the door, and turned his head to see the little dumpling running towards him.
The little dumpling came to find him early in the morning! Mu Jinyi was in a great mood and reached out to wait for the little dumpling to jump into his arms.
call out!
A gust of wind blew by, leaving Mu Jinyi with only the little dumpling's back view.
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Mu Jinyi was disheveled in the wind.
What's going on? What's this little guy busy with so early in the morning?
The little dumpling pushed open the door and stumbled into the room.
"Hurry up, or we'll be too late!"
Qiuqiu was panting heavily from exhaustion. He had been eating and sleeping well at the Marquis's residence these past few days, and his already round body had become even rounder. He was already exhausted after running for only a short while.
The little dumpling climbed onto the stool, poured flour onto the table, and then poured water into the flour.
After pouring in the water, the little dumpling put her hands into the flour and kneaded and kneaded.
On the table, there were already several pieces of dough that had failed to be kneaded properly.
Next to the dough, a tiny, invisible creature was lying there.
The little nobody looked extremely tired. He slumped limply on the table, his hands and feet seemingly disappearing, leaving only a few wisps of smoke.
Seeing that the little one wasn't doing well, Qiuqiu said anxiously to the little dumpling:
"Little master, hurry up, little invisible brother can't hold on much longer."
"He has been in the human world for too long, and his soul is about to be scattered."
"Once his soul is completely destroyed, we really won't be able to save him!"
The little dumpling stamped its little feet anxiously, and a few beads of sweat had already seeped out of its forehead.
"It'll be finished soon!"
She didn't add much water this time, so she should be able to knead it well.
This morning when my little one woke up, she noticed that the little transparent one looked really bad.
Qiuqiu said it was because he could no longer stay in the human world and needed to be sent to the underworld as soon as possible.
The way to send him to the underworld is to wrap a bun and write his name on it.
Then they let the little transparent creature crawl into the bun, and then they buried the bun underground.
In this way, the nobody can go to the underworld, report to King Yama, and be reincarnated.
Before long, a smooth dough was kneaded.
The little dumpling held the dough and cheered happily, "It's done! It's done!"
Ball: "Little master, you're amazing! Quickly write down the name of the little invisible brother."
The little dumpling flattens the dough and picks up a calligraphy brush to write.
But when she put pen to paper, she froze!
What's the name of that little nobody brother?
Qiuqiu: "Huh?? I don't know either?"
The little dumpling then asked the little transparent boy, "Little transparent boy, what's your name?"
The nobody shook his head weakly.
He didn't know either!
The little dumpling was on the verge of tears and quickly asked Qiuqiu, "Is it okay if I don't write my name?"
Qiuqiu: "No, if he doesn't write his name, the King of Hell won't recognize him, and the underworld won't accept him!"
"Oh? What should we do then?"
The little dumpling patted its head and wrote a few words on the dough with a calligraphy brush.
Qiuqiu curiously leaned closer and saw that the following words were written crookedly on the dough:
"He has no name, please, Grandpa Yan, take him in!"
Qiuqiu: "Yes, yes, yes! There's nothing wrong with writing it this way. Quickly, cover up the little nobody brother."
The little dumpling picked up the dough and said to the little transparent one, "Little brother, hurry up and crawl in."
The little transparent thing's limbs had all turned into blue smoke, leaving only its head and torso.
He shakily approached, and before crawling into the dough, he gave the little dumpling a grateful look.
The dough was much smaller than the little transparent thing, but he turned into a ball of light and entered the dough.
As the little transparent figure completely disappeared, the little dumpling suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave.
She wiped away her tears with her arm and shaped the dough into buns.
"Little brother, in your next life, you must be happy and joyful."
"Qiuqiu and I will never forget you."
The dough shimmered a few times, as if it were a tiny, invisible object responding to the little dumpling's words.
The little dumpling, carrying a bun that didn't look like a bun at all, came outside with Qiuqiu.
Qiuqiu quickly threw a small hole with its dog leg.
The little dumpling put the bun inside and buried it with the ball.
The little dumpling waved its hand gently and said:
Goodbye, little brother.
What are you doing?
A voice suddenly came from behind them, startling Xiaotuanzi and Qiuqiu so much that they jumped up.
"Second brother, why did you suddenly appear?" the little dumpling complained, clutching her wildly beating heart.
Mu Jinyi frowned slightly.
He had just arrived when he saw the two little guys standing there suspiciously.
The little dumpling was still saying something about goodbye and never seeing each other again, which is why he asked.
Mu Jinyi immediately noticed the little dumpling's dirty little hands, which were covered in flour and mud.
Mu Jinyi took the little dumpling's hand and asked:
Why are your hands so dirty?
After saying that, Mu Jinyi took the little girl back to the room and washed her little hands with water from the basin.
Then I used a towel to wipe the flour off her face.
The little dumpling picked its nose and replied, "I was just making steamed buns with Qiuqiu."
Qiuqiu: "Silly master, you can't tell second brother about this!"
Mu Jinyi chuckled as he saw the messy dough on the table:
"So the little glutton wanted to eat steamed buns."
Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, her second brother hadn't thought of anything else.
Otherwise, if my second brother found out that he was sending the little dumpling to the King of Hell, it would scare him to death!
Mu Jinyi picked up the little dumpling.
"It just so happens that the kitchen made steamed buns today. Second brother will carry you to eat them."
The little dumpling clapped its hands and said, "Yay, let's go eat steamed buns!"
After breakfast, the old Marquis brought the little dumpling to visit her grandmother.
Grandmother was still lying peacefully in bed.
The old marquis used a warm, damp towel to wipe her face and hands.
For four years, the old Marquis personally took care of his wife day after day without missing a single day.
He would always sit by his wife's bedside, whispering to her, hoping that one day she would wake up.
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