Sweet baby milk, bring the whole family rich

"Young Master, we have arrived at the mansion." The carriage stopped steadily, and the coachman's voice was a little respectful.

After hearing what she heard, Tiantian turned over and sat up almost before the coachman finished speaking. Her eagerness made even Murong Yunche, who was sitting next to her, look at her sideways and chuckle in his heart.

However, when Tiantian's gaze swept across the seemingly unreachable ground outside the carriage, and then looked down at her short legs that could not fully support her body.

The little face that was originally filled with joy instantly fell, and she looked like a bitter melon with "the will is there but the strength is not enough".

She secretly glanced at Murong Yunche who was about to stand up, and a hint of help flashed in her eyes.

Murong Yunche understood instantly. He first stepped gracefully onto the low stool that had been prepared long ago, his movements light but graceful. Then he turned around, and his slender hands slowly stretched out, ready to carry Tiantian down.

The driver nearby felt that this behavior was inappropriate and that his young master was unable to carry the little girl, so he wanted to help, but was stopped by Murong Yunche's look.

Murong Yunche also hugged Tiantian contentedly, but he underestimated Tiantian's weight. Fortunately, he had the habit of exercising regularly, otherwise he would have been embarrassed today.

Tiantian looked at the little brother who was struggling to hold her and asked, "Little brother, is Tiantian very heavy?"

"It's not heavy." Murong Yunche pretended to be relaxed as he carried Tiantian down from the car. After putting her down, he ruffled her hair and said, "We're home."

Tiantian followed Murong Yunche's guidance and looked up at the towering gate. Above the lintel, she saw the three large characters "Murong Mansion" written in vigorous and powerful style, shining with golden light, as if they were the glory and splendor accumulated over the years.

Beside the door, two stone lions stand majestically with sharp eyes, guarding the family's territory.

"Let's go, Tiantian." Murong Yunche took Tiantian's hand and walked into the door.

The servants in the mansion were a little surprised to see Murong Yunche coming back with a little girl, but they all bowed respectfully.

Murong Yunche did not take Tiantian to the main hall, because he was the only master in the entire Murong Mansion, so he took Tiantian directly to the backyard.

There was a swing in the backyard that Murong Yunche built specifically for Tiantian. He had wanted to bring Tiantian here for a long time, but they had only known each other for a short time at that time. When he proposed the idea of ​​taking Tiantian home, he was afraid that Tiantian's family would think he was a human trafficker.

Looking at the swing under the big tree, she skipped to the swing and sat on it excitedly: "Brother, push me~"

"Okay, brother will push you, hold on tight."

Tiantian, her little hands tightly grasped the ropes on both sides, and her little face was flushed with anticipation and excitement.

Seeing that Tiantian had a firm grip, Murong Yunche gently pushed it up. As Murong Yunche slowly exerted force with both hands, the swing began to rise slowly and then gently fell down.

Tiantian closed her eyes and felt the breeze on her face, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

"Fun~" Tiantian finally couldn't help but open her eyes. Her silver bell-like laughter was like the sound of nature, penetrating the tranquility of Murong Mansion and echoing in every corner.

Her laughter was pure and innocent, as if it could wash away the dust in people's hearts and let all the troubles go with the wind.

Murong Yunche looked at the sweet and brilliant smile, and a warm current surged in his heart. The corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up, and a faint smile hung on his face.

The housekeeper looked at the happy young master and couldn't stop wiping his tears with his hands. Ever since the master and the mistress passed away one after another, he rarely saw his young master so happy.

Murong Yunche saw the butler coming, so he stopped pushing the swing, sat next to Tiantian, and said to the butler, "Butler, please push us."

Tiantian held her little brother's hand tightly, fearing that the housekeeper would push her off the swing.

The old housekeeper smiled with satisfaction, walked forward and gently pushed the swing, his sweet and cheerful laughter echoing in the backyard.

Murong Yunche looked at Tiantian, and his heart was filled with warmth. He decided to protect this lovely sister and make her happy forever.

"Are you hungry?" Murong Yunche looked at Tiantian holding her belly and knew that this little girl must be hungry.

Tiantian nodded embarrassedly. She was just a big eater and got hungry quickly.

Seeing this, the housekeeper went to the kitchen and brought back a few plates of snacks. These snacks were made by the chef who brought them from the palace and was specially assigned to take care of the young master.

"Is it delicious?" Murong Yunche asked worriedly as he watched Tiantian finish a large piece of dessert in just a few bites.

Tiantian's cheeks were slightly puffed up from chewing, and her eyes were shining with satisfaction. However, she looked a little embarrassed because she ate too fast, and could only mumble a vague answer: "Ha...eat...delicious!"

That look is both naive and adorable.

Murong Yunche brought the warm milk to Tiantian's mouth. Tiantian took a sip before swallowing the snack. It tasted good but was a bit choking.

At this moment, Tiantian suddenly remembered something. Her little hands fumbled around in the plate for a while, and finally grabbed a piece of equally exquisite dessert. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation and excitement: "Brother, you eat too!"

She stuffed the snack into Murong Yunche's mouth without hesitation. Her action was direct and full of the innocence and enthusiasm unique to children.

Murong Yunche was stunned for a moment. He had never been fond of this kind of sweet snacks, but at this moment, looking at Tiantian's expectant eyes, he opened his mouth involuntarily and let the snack land gently on the tip of his tongue.

Unexpectedly, this dessert was completely different from any he had tasted before. The crust was crispy, the filling was soft, sweet but not greasy, and delicious!

"Tiantian, if you think it tastes good, I'll get you some later so you can take it home for your family." Murong Yunche said to Tiantian.

As a filial child, Tiantian would naturally nod and agree.

After a while, after eating several plates of snacks, Tiantian burped awkwardly.

"Are you full?" Murong Yunche saw Tiantian's bulging belly and thought that his sister was really adorable.

"I am full."

After hearing that they were full, Murong Yunche took Tiantian for a stroll around the mansion. They came to the study. Thinking that Tiantian had not yet started learning, he asked her, "Tiantian, do you want to learn how to write?"

"I want to." Although Tiantian is not illiterate now, she is still semi-illiterate after coming to ancient times, so recognizing and writing are necessary.

In the study, rows of tall bookshelves stand tall, densely packed with various ancient books. The air is filled with the faint scent of ink and the unique freshness of paper pages.

In a corner of the desk, a piece of spotless white rice paper lies quietly. The ink on it has not dried yet, and the handwriting is vigorous and powerful yet elegant, as if one can glimpse the magnificent emotions in the writer's heart.

When Tiantian stepped into the study, she was immediately attracted by the rich cultural atmosphere. Her little eyes sparkled with curiosity and excitement as she looked around.

When her eyes finally fell on the rice paper, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Brother, did you write this?"

Upon hearing this, two blushes crept up Murong Yunche's cheeks. He shyly covered the words with the scroll in his hand, like a shy teenager trying to hide his youthful secret.

"If you are interested in calligraphy, I can ask my teacher to teach you in the future."

Tiantian widened her clear eyes, her round pupils filled with disbelief.

She never expected that the calligraphy that she considered to be excellent was just "far from it" in her brother's words.

You know, in the modern world, the works of those so-called "calligraphers" she had seen pale in comparison to this.

A warm feeling welled up in Tiantian's heart, and at the same time, she admired Murong Yunche's humility and talent even more.

"Really? Brother, can I learn to write too?" Tiantian's voice was full of anticipation and excitement. She seemed to have already seen the scene of herself holding a brush and writing freely on rice paper.

"Brother's writing is beautiful. Brother will teach Tiantian." Tiantian decided to hold on to this thick thigh.

Hearing Tiantian praising him, a blush appeared on his cheeks involuntarily. He brought Tiantian to the desk where he was writing, gently pulled out a piece of spotless white rice paper, and taught Tiantian to write her name.

He patiently taught Tiantian how to hold the pen. His slender hands seemed to have magic, making Tiantian's originally clumsy grip instantly become correct and powerful.

Time passed quietly, and the only sounds left in the study were the rustling of pen on paper and the occasional laughter.

In this way, the two children stayed in the study together for an afternoon, and Tiantian finally learned her own name. She happily took the paper and prepared to take it home to show her family.

Murong Yunche sent Tiantian back home, handed her some snacks and Tiantian's paper, and then got on the carriage to go home.