"Here it is".

It was none other than Yun Qilan, who had been "missing" for many days. In recent days, she has been running on both sides of the county and town, in order to take care of Ziyan without delaying the management of the tea plantation. This strong woman is ready to raise her daughter alone.

Fang Yan's remarriage made Yun Qilan's heart completely cool. She knew that she seemed to be getting farther and farther away from the gate of the Fang family.

"Mom, look! That person seems to be ...... Grandpa Liu"!

Zi Yan had taken all the antidotes, and now she had not only regained her senses, but was more intelligent and clever than before. She saw at a glance, Lao Liu, who walked last. Yun Qilan suddenly took a breath of cool air, secretly regretting that she was still hiding too close.

As far as the eye could see, she could only vaguely see those backs passing by them.

Fortunately, Fang Yan and his party went to the good private room, and no one looked back to notice the mother and daughter.

Yun Qilan exhaled a long breath again, as if she was hiding from the plague, fortunately passed this level, and her hanging heart was put down again.

"Mom, let's ...... Can't get past it, can it"?

Zi Yan instantly had an epiphany of her mother's thoughts, and looked at her with a pair of smart big eyes and asked.

"Yes".

Yun Qilan nodded and replied.

Zi Yan's gaze deliberately shifted to the side, and she was silent. Yun Qilan knew that at that moment, Zi Yan's eyes must have been filled with tears. The blood and family relationship between the child and Fang Yan is constantly severed. Yun Qilan unconsciously became jealous, although she was Zi Yan's biological mother, after all, she chose to get along with her child as "Yunduo".

In Zi Yan's eyes, she is Mother Yunduo, a stepmother who is better than her biological mother. When it comes to the proportion in the child's heart, she knows that she is far inferior to Fang Yan.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Do you have a small flying insect in your eye? As soon as I got into my eye, one flew in, and I rubbed it out."

Zi Yan made up innocent lies, Yun Qilan smiled, she knew that Zi Yan secretly wiped her tears. She leaned over, pinched Ziyan's pink little face with her hand, and faced the child with a loving smile.

"Mom had tears in her eyes".

Yun Qilan replied truthfully, before the words fell, tears had already rolled down like beads.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Sad? Did Ziyan make you angry? I didn't mean to, don't be angry with Ziyan, okay?"

Zi Yan stretched out her fleshy little hand and wiped her tears for Yun Qilan.

"Mom is not angry, Mom is jealous".

"Jealousy? Belch...... I understand! You must be jealous of my mom, right? Don't worry, Zi Yan must love my cloud mother like she loves her dead mother."

As Zi Yan spoke, she threw herself into Yun Qilan's arms, enjoying the temperature of maternal love. Yun Qilan smiled and patted Zi Yan's back.

"Thank you Ziyan, you made me experience the happiness of being a mother."

Thinking about it carefully, Yun Qilan felt a little ridiculous. How can anyone be jealous of himself? Since the child has a Qilan mother in her heart, let her exist. When the child grows up, she will tell the truth.

"I mean, lady, do you want to come in and eat? In front of our store, crying and laughing for a while, which one is this singing"?

A guy from the restaurant had been observing the mother and daughter for a long time, and he was really puzzled, so he came to ask. They are in the door with one foot and the other outside the door, but they only care about chatting and have no intention of eating.

People are in business, and of course they don't like such customers.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! We ......"

"Of course we have to eat"!

Before Yun Qilan finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zi Yan, and she immediately replied without thinking.

"No, we don't eat".

Yun Qilan shook her head, this answer was the opposite of Zi Yan. Zi Yan raised her head and looked at her cloud mother very unhappily.

"Let's go, let's go back and make noodles to eat."

Yun Qilan didn't explain, pulled up Zi Yan and turned to leave the restaurant. Zi Yan pursed her lips and walked a long way away and refused to talk to Yun Qilan.

"Zi Yan, we can find another place to eat. Because I don't want to meet your father, let's not say okay, let you study in the city. When you are admitted to university and have knowledge, you will surprise him again."

Yun Qilan still used the reasons she made up before, and she was perfunctory to Zi Yan.

"Oh".

Zi Yan only said one word, and her tone was dull and sad. Zi Yan didn't speak for a long time, and although Yun Qilan went to another restaurant and ordered her favorite meal, Zi Yan still didn't smile.

In order to make the child happy, Yun Qilan decided to take her around the city. Walking through the streets and alleys, unconsciously, they came to a relatively prosperous commercial street, and the Fang family's two cloth houses were in that area.

Although as early as ten years ago, Yun Qilan knew about the existence of Buzhuang. She had also been to Fang Yan twice, but time had passed, and the two cloth villages had been relocated, and Yun Qilan didn't know the current address at all.

"Zi Yan, let's go in and pick out some ingredients. Mom found the best tailor to make some beautiful dresses for my Ziyan."

Yun Qilan made such a suggestion, although Zi Yan didn't want clothes very much, but she was sensible and nodded in order to make her mother happy. Yun Qilan is very happy, and in her opinion, it is completely worth giving her daughter everything.

The mother and daughter walked leisurely, keeping an eye out for the shop signs on both sides. Perhaps it was also a coincidence that just the day before, the signboard of one of Fang's cloth villages was blown off by the wind. At the moment, the lazy guy hasn't hung up yet. It also relies on repeat customers for many years, and the business has not been depressed because of the scraping off of the signboard.

"This place seems to be a cloth village"!

Yun Qilan saw it, the shop without a signboard. It's the customers who come in and out, and what's in their hands, that exposes what's there.

Yun Qilan exclaimed happily, but Zi Yan said a perfunctory "oh" again, and then let Yun Qilan walk in with her little hand.

"Welcome! Mrs., please choose at will, we have coarse cloth, foreign cloth, and finished clothes here, all of them. Please choose whatever you want, we are guaranteed to be of high quality and low price......"

A little girl about seventeen or eighteen years old ran over to greet her with a smile and introduced Yun Qilan endlessly. Behind the counter, there was also a middle-aged man, who seemed to be the shopkeeper hired by the owner.

To say that the Fang family's cloth village, whether it is the shopkeeper or the hall, has already changed several stubbles. Yun Qilan doesn't know her, and it's reasonable. The little girl followed closely behind her, and her clever mouth did not stop, and she was really a good shopping guide.

"How old are you? When a girl's family comes out to work, can the parents at home be relieved"?

Maybe seeing that girl reminded her of herself when she worked in a tea factory. Yun Qilan asked the girl curiously while choosing the clothes.

"I'm seventeen, my parents have died a long time ago, and there is only one blind grandmother in the family."

When the girl said this, her voice sounded choked, and Yun Qilan didn't dare to ask again, so she only comforted her: "The future will be fine."

"Oops! I can't gossip, Miss Leng is here"!

The girl's voice was low, but she was alarmed.