"Miss Ye, please." The doorman saluted.
Ye Qianning walked in. The room was very large, with classical mahogany furniture arranged in an orderly manner. It was obvious at a glance that the owner was a person with artistic conception.
After taking a few glances, she walked towards the bookshelf. The books on the bookshelf were all rare and precious rare books and small seal scripts from all over the country, as well as many books of Guan Yu's piano scores and songs.
"Miss Ye." The female doorkeeper came up with a plate of cakes.
Ye Qianning walked over: "Where is the owner?"
"Miss Ye, please wait a moment. Our owner is taking care of some things and will be here soon." The female doorkeeper placed the pastries on the table.
Ye Qianning sat down, her eyes falling on the pastry, Hibiscus Osmanthus Cake, her favorite pastry when she was a child. She raised her hand, picked up a bite and put it in her mouth.
The familiar taste followed, a unique flavor that could not be made in a pastry shop.
After finishing one piece, he picked up the second piece. Just when he was halfway through, he heard the sound of the stone gate rising.
She looked up and saw two women walking in one after the other. The woman in front was wearing a purple silk dress with a veil, and the woman behind was wearing a blue gauze dress.
Seeing the excitement in Ye Qianning and the other man's eyes, the woman behind them couldn't help but take a few quick steps forward.
Ye Qianning stood up, with a smile on his face, and called out: "Eighth Aunt, Ninth Aunt."
The woman in the blue gauze dress had already come to him, choking with sobs and yet to utter a single word, when she spoke, tears welled up in his eyes: "You...you know?"
The woman in the purple dress was not that surprised, but her eyes turned red.
"It's been four days. If she can't guess it, she'd be really stupid."
The furnishings of her room, the food she eats, and her habits are all the same as when she was a child.
If she wasn't close to people, no one would know about her habits, especially the Eighth Aunt's pastries, almost no one could make them taste exactly the same.
Xinghua burst into tears and hugged Ye Qianning: "Fatty, my Fatty, it's been ten years, ten years."
Ye Qianning's throat was sore, tears welled up in her eyes, and she hugged him back, her voice gentle: "Auntie, I'm back."
"Fatty..." Xinghua cried breathlessly.
Hua Qiao sniffed, walked forward and hugged them both, crying miserably.
When Xiang Minghou arrived, he saw three women hugging each other and crying bitterly. Seeing this scene, tears welled up in his eyes. If it weren't for the difference between men and women, he would have wanted to cry with them too...
"cough……"
He coughed lightly and walked over.
"Fat Ball..."
"Fatty, you've suffered so much over the years. Every time I see you become so thin these days, my heart aches..."
Xinghua and Huaqiao were crying so loudly that no one could hear it.
"Aunt, don't cry, Dad is here." Ye Qianning pulled his aunt's sleeves to wipe her tears.
"So what if he comes? We miss our daughter. Shouldn't we cry?" Hua Qiao said in a muffled voice, still unable to stop crying.
Xinghua sobbed and let go of Ye Qianning: "It's been four days, we've been missing you so much."
"That's right, that's right." Hua Qiao also let go of her hand.
"I miss my aunt too. I saw father and ninth aunt downstairs that day. It's my fault that I didn't recognize them at first." At that time, Ye Qianning just felt that she looked familiar. Ten years have passed, and my aunt has changed a lot.
"If your father hadn't stopped me, I would have wanted to recognize you right then and there." Speaking of this, Hua Qiao couldn't help but glare at Xiang Minghou and raised her hand to tear off her veil.
"Dad stopped Aunt from recognizing me?" Ye Qianning turned around and asked, "Dad?"
She couldn't understand why her aunt was hiding from her these past two days. (End of this chapter)
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