The daily life of the little princess of the royal group

The closer we got to the top of the mountain, the more nervous the bright moon became.

"What's wrong? Are you tired? Let Sister Yu'er hold you." Lan Yu'er stood beside her, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand, and asked softly.

Mingyue shook her head and said, "Not tired, not tired." But her steps were still small.

"If you're not tired," Lan Yu'er half-knelt in front of Mingyue, "then our Yueyue, are you shy?"

Mingyue felt a little embarrassed when her thoughts were guessed. She shook off her hand and ran forward, as if to prove that she was not shy.

"Yueyue, slow down, slow down, don't fall!" Lan Yuer shouted from behind.

"bang"

The little firecracker ran too fast and finally bumped into someone.

She said subconsciously, "Sorry, sorry." Fortunately, Mingyue was wearing thick clothes, so she didn't get hurt when she fell to the ground, but her hands were covered with mud and sand.

I originally thought I would be scolded, but unexpectedly, a pair of white hands stretched out in front of me, "Little girl, is your name Yueyue? Are you hurt?"

Mingyue looked at her infatuatedly. This Taoist nun looked very familiar, yet she had a hint of otherworldly temperament.

"No, no, no, my hands are just a little dirty..."

The Taoist nun pulled Mingyue up, squatted in front of her, and carefully wiped the dust off her hands.

Different person, same actions, same tenderness in the eyes and eyebrows, this...could this be Sister Yu'er's mother?

She turned around to ask Lan Yu'er for confirmation, but before she could say it, she knew the answer.

Lan Yu'er was looking at the woman in front of her with red eyes at this moment, and she choked out a cry, "Mother."

Upon hearing this, the Taoist nun stopped what she was doing, and the handkerchief was blown by the wind, falling from her hand and onto the ground.

She turned around slowly, "Yu'er."

The mother and daughter hugged each other, there was no crying, no sadness, only joy of seeing each other.

Wait a moment.

Why don’t you just hug each other, but why do you force me in between?

Mingyue had no choice but to let them hold her.

"You haven't eaten yet." The Taoist nun, Aunt Lan, held a child's hand and said, "Come on, let's try Aunt Lan's cooking."

Mingyue originally wanted to say that she had already eaten, but after she said that, her stomach started rumbling again.

Lan Yuer looked at her like this and thought she was extremely cute.

Aunt Lan brought them to the small courtyard where she practiced.

There were only two or three maids serving here, all dressed as Taoist nuns. In the courtyard, there were various flowers and plants, not expensive, but full of vitality.

The courtyard is simple yet elegant, and the owner's careful arrangement can be seen everywhere.

Mingyue looked left and right curiously, thinking that her golden-roofed courtyard was already well decorated. Why were people in the south so exquisite?

After a while, Aunt Lan came out of the small kitchen, followed by maids carrying things in their hands, which they placed one by one on the stone table. "Come, quickly, eat while it's hot."

When it comes to eating, Mingyue has no scruples. She picks up the chopsticks and picks up the nearest big bun.

Although she noticed that her sister Yu'er beside her did not move, she did not care much. All she could think about was the big bun.

"Awooo", one bite...

"Bah, bah, bah."

Lan Yu'er finally laughed out loud, "Hahahahahahaha! My mother's craftsmanship hasn't improved in over ten years. Only you are a real man!"

Aunt Lan was a little embarrassed. She took the bun that Mingyue had just taken a bite of, tasted it, and spit it out, unable to swallow it. "This... I'm sorry, it's not cooked..."

She served Mingyue a bowl of porridge and said, "Next time, next time, auntie will definitely make you some delicious steamed buns."

Mingyue took it subconsciously and was about to gulp it down, but... she never expected that this little white porridge would be salty...

"Cough cough cough." Mingyue choked.

Aunt Lan immediately asked with concern, "What's wrong? Is it too cold?"

She took the porridge, picked up the spoon and took a sip. Her expression was a little "constipated". She swallowed it with difficulty and said, "These are not tasty. Auntie should ask them to make some more for you."

Mingyue didn't know what to say and looked at Lan Yu'er for help. Lan Yu'er shook her head and waited until Aunt Lan left before she spoke, "My mother is like this. She has no talent in cooking, but she always likes to cook."

"So that's how it is." Aunt Lan looked at Wenwan and looked generous, keeping the house in order. She didn't expect that the window that God had closed for her was here.

Not long after, Aunt Lan came out again with her maids, and this time there was the aroma of food.

Aunt Lan looked at her daughter and Mingyue embarrassedly, "Come, try it. This is not made by me, so eat it with confidence."

She held her chin with both hands, waiting for the two men to taste it.

After what happened just now, Mingyue had become a little wary. It was only when he saw Lan Yuer pick up her chopsticks that he started eating.

Maybe it was because of Aunt Lan just now, the "tiles" in front made the food made by the maid look so delicious.

In fact, in addition to cooking for her family, Aunt Lan also likes to watch the children eat with big mouthfuls.

This story begins more than ten years ago. At that time, Lan Yuer was only a girl of four or five years old, and Lan Jinlin was only about one year old.

For some reason, they suddenly started to have anorexia one day. No matter how we cooked new dishes for them or chose a variety of ingredients, they remained unmoved.

This situation lasted for almost a year.

Until one day, an old Taoist suddenly appeared at their doorstep and gave them some advice, saying that the two children should be raised separately, or their mother should go to a Taoist temple to practice, in order for the disease to be cured.

At that time, Aunt Lan couldn't bear to see the two young children separated. After all, Lan Yu'er and Lan Jinlin at that time were as inseparable as twins.

Often, when Lan Jinlin woke up, he would cry uncontrollably if he didn't see Lan Yu'er; Lan Yu'er would not be able to sleep at night if Lan Jinlin was not by her side.

So, Aunt Lan hardened her heart, ignored Lantian's "crying", and ran to Fuquan Taoist Temple with a bag.

That day, the two children ate two bowls of rice, something they hadn't seen in a long time. Aunt Lan burst into tears of joy, and her belief in the Taoist's words became even stronger.

It has been ten years since I left.

Lan Yu'er and Lan Jinlin grew up slowly like this.

Noticing her mother looking at her, Lan Yuer raised her head and smiled sweetly at her, "Mom, it's delicious."

"Well, if it tastes good, eat more." Aunt Lan pushed all the food in front of the two of them without favoring one over the other.

Looking at Mingyue's cheeks that were bulging from eating, Aunt Lan felt happy. What does this face feel like? Is it as soft and sticky as glutinous rice balls?

As I thought about it, I couldn't help but reach out and touch her little face.

Mm, so soft~