Chapter 244 Mao Mao is very busy
"Maomao——"
"Mao Mao, where are you?"
Lou Hongjian's figure flashed by.
He walked briskly, searching back and forth in the house—the courtyard, the living room, the study, even his younger brother's room—but he couldn't find his sister anywhere.
The goldfish in the glass fish tank in the living room were well-fed and swam around, wagging their tails. The car was parked in the parking space under the eaves. There was no sign of Mao Mao anywhere—not on the sofa, under the parasol, or even under the bed.
"Strange, where did Mao Mao go?"
Lou Hongjian went to the kitchen, asked for a plate of snacks, and used the food to lure his sister out.
While in the kitchen, he casually asked the maids, "Have you seen Mao Mao?"
The maids shook their heads.
Only after his figure disappeared into the distance did the maids turn their heads in unison.
Mao Mao sat on a small stool, her tiny figure hidden by the tall stove, helping the chef uncle taste the freshly made snacks.
Without her brother's coaxing, she had already eaten until her little face was chubby, with crumbs falling from her mouth.
The chef asked, "Which tastes better, red bean paste or sesame paste?"
Mao Mao licked her lips, unable to tell which was better, and said with a glistening smile, "Mao Mao wants to try it again."
The chef then broke off half of each of the two flavors of pastry for her.
The red bean flavor is delicious, and the sesame flavor is delicious too.
Mao Mao liked them all. After finishing her meal, she tilted her little head up and looked expectantly at the chef.
The chef had no choice but to give her the remaining two halves as well.
Just as I took it, a voice came from outside: "Mao Mao—Mao Mao—"
"Mao Mao, where did you go?"
Mao Mao shrank back, the tall stove completely blocking her view.
The third concubine came in and looked around, also asking the maids sitting together preparing vegetables, "Have you seen Mao Mao?"
The maids all shook their heads.
They promised the young lady they wouldn't tell anyone where she was.
The third concubine walked away, her high heels clicking as she went.
The chef then asked, "For lunch, would you prefer braised or poached chicken, Miss?"
Mao Mao cheered: "Mao Mao likes everything!"
chef:"……"
Then do them all!
Our Marshal's Mansion doesn't need another chicken!
Mao Mao sat behind the stove, helping the cook to tend the fire, stuffing wood into the firebox, her little face glowing red in the firelight.
By the time Xia Xiaoxiang came looking for someone, Mao Mao had already tasted all the dishes for everyone. When her mother took her away, the chicken pieces were still being stir-fried in the big pot, and the chef was wielding the spatula with great enthusiasm.
Xia Xiaoxiang used a handkerchief to wipe the soot off her face.
After wiping it clean, it's another soft and white little milk ball.
"Where did you go today? Did you spend the whole day in the kitchen?" Xia Xiaoxiang said, "Third Young Master said he wanted to take you out to play, but we couldn't find you anywhere."
Mao Mao reached into her pocket, pulled out a red bean paste pastry, and happily fed it to her mother, saying, "Mother, eat this."
Xia Xiaoxiang ate the snacks her daughter had secretly given her in just a few bites.
As soon as she carried Mao Mao out, the others came running, drawn by the smell.
"Mao Mao, I couldn't find you all morning." Lou Hongjian took his little sister from Xia Xiaoxiang's arms and affectionately nuzzled her soft little face with his nose: "Were you deliberately hiding from your brother? Hmm? Does Mao Mao not like playing with her brother anymore?"
Mao Mao reached into her pocket again, pulled out a sesame-filled pastry from another pocket, and happily fed it to her brother: "Brother, you should eat too."
Lou Hongjian took a bite.
His peach blossom eyes crinkled with a smile: "These are the snacks that Mao Mao specially brought for me? They're your favorite, Third Brother's."
"I like my older brother~"
"My brother likes Mao Mao too~"
However, although she likes her older brother, Mao Mao hasn't had time to play with him lately.
After lunch, Mao Mao took a nap. When she woke up, she went to art class with her brother.
Recently, Lou Hongjian has been staying at home every day.
Unlike his two older brothers who have to work, or his younger brother who has to go to school every day, he has free time. Lately, he hasn't gone out on dates or strolled around. He stays at home all day and has even scheduled Mao Mao's art class into his daily schedule.
Not long after class started, a jeep pulled up in front of the house.
Lou Dashuai's booming voice grew louder as he approached: "Mao Mao—Daddy's home!"
Hearing the sound, Mao Mao quickly put down her children's drawing pencils, climbed down from the chair, and dashed out with her short legs. She had only run halfway when Lou Dashuai had already entered the room and ran into his little daughter who was running out to greet him.
He immediately beamed, bent down and scooped up the little bundle of milk from the ground. "Mao Mao, Daddy's good daughter, you've come out to greet Daddy again. Did you miss Daddy?"
"I miss my dad!"
Lou Dashuai's deep voice rang out: "Dad misses you too!"
His big head came closer, and the soft flesh on Mao Mao's cheeks was distorted by his force.
Lou Hongjian followed his younger sister out, holding a children's crayon in her hand. When she saw him, she couldn't help but sigh, "Dad, why are you back again?"
Commander Lou glared at him with his fierce eyes: "I'm going home, and you're not welcoming me?"
"How could that be? I was just concerned about you. Is there not much going on at the military headquarters lately? Why did you go home this afternoon?" Lou Hongjian said with a smile, "You are in charge of the entire three provinces of East China. My concern for you is also my concern for Haicheng."
Lou Hongjian thought to himself: As soon as Dad comes home, he can't get Mao Mao.
When Commander Lou was at home, no one could outdo him except for Old Madam Lou.
"Stop being so glib." Commander Lou waved his hand: "There's not much to do lately, and besides, your older brother is here."
For example, today, he finished all his work ahead of schedule, then pushed an unimportant meeting to Lou Fengju, freeing up his time to go home early and play with Mao Mao.
Although it was tiring, it was worth it because it gave me more time to play with my daughter and build a bond with her.
I don't play with Mao Mao much. What if my little daughter gets tricked by some random dad outside?
Lou Dashuai carried Mao Mao back to her seat, his large body squeezing into her chair and desk, and said with a smile, "What was Mao Mao doing just now?"
"Brother is giving Mao Mao a lesson."
"Oh, drawing, let me see what Mao Mao drew..."
Lou Dashuai looked down at the colorful marks on the drawing paper, countless seven-colored blobs drawn on it with crayons. He paused for a moment, then hesitated and said, "Hmm... this..."
"This is..."
What is this thing?!
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