Zhi’er nodded, saying confidently, "He’s not here now, so I want to invite you to eat."
Prince Qing chuckled, "Why? Do you feel a special connection with ?"
The little one lifted her long eyelashes, with eyes like fresh grapes, silently examining Prince Qing’s head.
After a brief silence, Zhi’er spoke softly, "Round head? Hmm... if you want to think so, I won’t argue."
I better keep quiet, or else, what if I hurt this strange uncle’s feelings?
He has a scar on his face and a round head; he might feel insecure!
Zhi’er was extrely considerate, her smile charming and adorable, "Here, try a piece!"
After saying that, she took a piece of cake herself and sat on the chair beside Prince Qing.
The two synchronized, taking a bite of the chestnut cake.
They both exclaid at the sa ti—
"So delicious."
Zhi’er’s eyes sparkled, "You like chestnut cake too?"
"Of course," Prince Qing didn’t hide it, "To make delicious chestnut cake, you need to use freshly stead chestnuts, stir-fry them with fine sugar, then mash them, and add a bit of osmanthus honey."
"If the chestnuts are from overnight, you can’t achieve this sweet yet not greasy taste, it’s fragrant without sticking to the teeth, truly wonderful!"
Zhi’er was overjoyed.
Finally, soone who shares her taste!
"A kindred spirit!" the little one exclaid excitedly, "Besides chestnut cake, they also have hawthorn cake, which is also very tasty!"
Prince Qing imdiately nodded.
"The blend of the sour-sweet hawthorn and the soft cake is perfect. I used to queue for it, but it’s only available in winter each year. If you like it, next ti you co, I’ll have it ready for you!"
Zhi’er waved her little hand enthusiastically, "Sure, sure!"
Suddenly, she realized sothing.
"Huh? Will you always stay at my uncle’s house?" The little one blinked in confusion.
Prince Qing coughed lightly and smiled, "I’m quite friendly with Prince Qing, and this ti I’ll be staying a while in the Capital for so tasks, so perhaps when you co next ti, I might still be here."
Zhi’er nodded happily, "Alright then!"
Finally, the uncle and niece finished sharing the chestnut cake.
Prince Qing, in a sudden impulse, picked up the tiger skin placed under the window.
To entertain the little one, he held the tiger skin on his head, dancing like a lion, with vigorous movents.
With his strong waist and long legs, the tiger skin seed alive in his hands, moving back and forth.
Zhi’er sat on the chair, clapping her small hands, "Wow! So cool!"
Suddenly, the tiger head ca close to her face, sniffing her little cheeks.
Zhi’er was tickled into fits of giggles.
Outside the door.
Prince Qing’s Hidden Guard and the doorman exchanged a glance.
If they rember correctly, didn’t the prince say to be cautious? Didn’t he say to keep his distance from the little princess?
The laughter of the uncle and niece inside the room almost lifted the roof.
Is this being cautious? Is this keeping a distance?
The Hidden Guard and the doorman both shook their heads silently, sighing.
...
"Brother Ce, hurry up."
Zhi’er pulled Feng Fuce’s hand, tiptoeing and running along the country path.
Feng Fuce looked indifferent, yet showed no impatience, slowly following behind her.
"The weather is nice today, if you want to play, I can take you mountain climbing, why co here?" the young man asked coldly.
Zhi’er, pulling him along, stopped in front of a modest wooden gate.
She blinked her round black eyes, "I asked Uncle Wuzi, this family is the most difficult here. An eight-mber family relies entirely on their seventy-year-old mother to do farm work and support them."
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