Feng Shaojin stared at her with deep and obscure eyes, and Mo Lingwei couldn't see through and guess what was going on in his heart.
She suddenly remembered that those gentle and beautiful words she had said were several years ago.
The past cannot be traced.
Memories are like an hourglass, missing so much of the past that has happened.
Mo Lingwei nodded meekly: "Okay."
From now on, she would say whatever he wanted to hear, for the sake of his kindness to Xiu'er.
Feng Shaojin didn't expect her to agree so readily, so he smiled lightly, took her hand, and went back to the restaurant.
Xiu'er was already sitting at the dining table, and the servant was placing three servings of cooked glutinous rice balls on the table.
Feng Shaojin ordered: "Bring a bowl of bacon porridge to Young Madam."
The servant responded.
Xiu'er was puzzled, "Auntie, don't you eat glutinous rice balls?"
Mo Lingwei was about to answer, but Feng Shaojin spoke up first: "Auntie, you can't eat too many glutinous rice balls, if you eat too much, you will feel bad for your digestion.
Xiu'er also eats less, so as not to accumulate food. "
Xiu'er nodded ignorantly.
After dinner, Xiu'er made a fuss about going to the market, so Feng Shaojin took the two of them to the street in a carriage.
The streets were crowded with bustling people, and it was difficult for a carriage to pass, so Feng Shaojin asked the driver to park the carriage beside the road, and walked into the crowd with Xiu'er in one hand and Mo Lingwei in the other.
Feng Shaojin was tall and tall, with an outstanding appearance, which was already eye-catching. He was also hugging a three or four-year-old child who was extremely handsome. The three of them soon became the focus of pedestrians on the street.
Mo Lingwei couldn't stand the gazes of those people looking over, so she glanced at Feng Shaojin and said, "How about we go to a restaurant, and we can see these things on the street from the restaurant."
Feng Shaojin looked sideways at Xiu'er: "Didn't Xiu'er say he wanted to buy something? Do you want to buy something?"
Xiu'er nodded: "I want to buy it."
Feng Shaojin put Xiu'er down and followed behind him, still holding Mo Lingwei tightly, and occasionally when the crowd was crowded, he took her into his arms and blocked others from approaching.
Xiu'er seldom came out and spent most of the time in the other courtyard. Seeing such a lively scene, the child's nature was quickly released.
He looked here and there, picked out sugar figurines, bought candied haws, and handed everything to Mo Lingwei to help carry.
He also bought a wooden carved wooden horse and various toys, and finally bought a medicine sachet, which he wanted to give to Feng Shaojin.
Feng Shaojin followed Xiu'er, but he paid for everything that Xiu'er looked at twice.
Only when Xiu'er took a fancy to a red sachet, she refused to pay for it: "This thing is only liked by girls, who is Xiu'er planning to give it to?"
Xiu'er passed the sachet in front of Feng Shaojin, "Give it to Uncle."
Feng Shaojin's head was full of black lines: "..."
Feng Shaojin glanced sideways at Mo Lingwei, and categorically refused: "Uncle doesn't want it."
Xiu'er looked at Mo Lingwei, and asked Feng Shaojin, "Don't you always like to smell my aunt?"
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingwei was ashamed and embarrassing, wishing she could find a hole in the ground and bury herself.
It's all Feng Shaojin's fault, he likes to touch her in front of the child on weekdays, almost bringing such a young child to his knees.
Mo Lingwei gave Feng Shaojin a hard look with her beautiful eyes.
The people around the booth covered their mouths and secretly laughed.
Mo Lingwei felt more and more ashamed.
Xiu'er said again: "The smell of this sachet is very similar to that of my aunt. Put it next to your pillow and smell it, and you won't have insomnia when you sleep in the future."
Feng Shaojin: "..."
Feng Shaojin's throat suddenly choked...