The sun is shining and spring is in the air. Most of the people living in the west courtyard of Prince Xuan's Mansion are handymen and maids who do rough work. Those doing laundry, rinsing bowls and rinsing bowls. Overall, it's still a nice and harmonious scene.

. If there is anything different from usual, it is that it is no longer as boring as before, but there are more laughter. Of course, all this is thanks to a certain little figure jumping up and down, running left and right.

"Auntie, these are the bowls and chopsticks that were washed just now." She held seven or eight coarse porcelain bowls in her white and tender little hands, and she also held a few pairs of chopsticks between her fingers.

"Hey, miss, please slow down, I told you not to do anything, be careful of falling." Aunt Zhao saw this situation and quickly stood up and took the things in her hands. Although she seemed to be annoyed, her words were full of satisfaction.

and praised, while lifting up his sleeves and wiping the sweat off the little baby's head: "Girl Wanxiang was still looking for you just now. She said she made some small oil cakes..."

"Oops!" Yu Xiangxue's face collapsed, as if he could foresee his own tragic fate. He quickly raised his head and showed a sweet smile to Aunt Zhao: "Auntie, I'll go back first..."

Before he finished speaking, the person was already running very fast on his feet and disappeared in a moment.

Aunt Zhao couldn't help but laugh. She held her back and slowly sat back on the wooden bench. Thinking of that bright little face, she felt both heartache and pity: "What a wonderful baby, but it's a pity..."

"Auntie, which kid are you talking about?" Uncle Xu, who was responsible for buying and transporting firewood, pushed a wooden cart in through the back door, and his ears happened to catch the last half of the sentence. When he saw a pile of bowls and chopsticks neatly stacked on the ground, he didn't need to Zhao.
Chapter completed!