Alright, early in the morning, Yang Chuxia hadn't noticed that she had spoken of things that didn't belong to this world.
Watching her departing figure, Ye Zi'an flicked a look of confusion. Was there such a clean official, and why had he not heard of him?
The family happily had lunch, and then Ye Zi'an went off to the government office, while Yang Chuxia checked some lists with Ming Liu.
As for the two little steamed buns, one was like an old monk in meditation, undisturbed by the outside world, tracing over characters bite by bite. The other, having gotten who knows where a small mirror, kept smiling at it from time to time, while occasionally touching the crescent on his forehead.
Mingcui, watching his adorable antics, couldn't help but laugh. For such a young age, to already know vanity!
"Are you looking at me?" Yangyang, the little steamed bun, noticed Mingcui looking at him from time to time.
"Are you looking at me??"