"Miss Ye, please." The doorman saluted.

Ye Qianning walked in, the room was very large, the classical mahogany furniture was placed in an orderly manner, and at a glance, he knew that the owner of the hall was a person with a sense of intention.

After a few glances, she walked to the bookshelf, the classics on the bookshelf were all relatively precious solitary books and small seals from all over the world, and there were many books on Guan Yuqin's scores and songs.

"Miss Ye." The doorwoman came up with a plate of pastries.

Ye Qianning walked over: "Where is the hall owner?" ”

"Miss Ye, wait a minute, our pavilion master will deal with some more things, and I'll come over in a while." The doormaid places the pastries on the table.

Ye Qianning sat down, her eyes fell on the pastry, hibiscus osmanthus cake, her favorite pastry when she was a child, raised her hand to pick up a quick bite, and put it in her mouth.

Familiar flavors follow, unique flavors that can't be made in a pastry shop.

After eating one piece, I picked up the second piece, and just halfway through eating, I heard the sound of the stone gate rising.

She looked up and saw two women walking in one after the other, the woman in front was wearing a purple Luo skirt with a veil, and the woman in the back was wearing a blue gauze skirt.

Seeing the excitement hidden in the eyes of Ye Qianning and the others, the woman behind couldn't help but take a few steps forward.

Ye Qianning stood up, with a smile on his face, and called: "Eighth aunt, ninth aunt." ”

The woman in the blue gauze skirt had already arrived, choked up and didn't speak, but when she heard her speak, the tears in her eyes suddenly couldn't stop: "You...... You know? ”

The woman in the purple skirt was not so surprised, but her eyes turned red.

"It's been four days, and if she can't guess anymore, it's too stupid."

The furnishings, food, and habits of her room are all the same as when she was a child.

If it weren't for those close to her, almost no one would know about her habits, especially Aunt Eight's pastries, almost no one could make them taste exactly the same.

Xinghua's tears fell, and she hugged Ye Qianning: "Fat group, my fat group, it's been ten years, it's been ten years." ”

Ye Qianning's throat was sour, her eyes were filled with tears, she hugged back, and her voice was gentle: "Auntie, I'm back." ”

"Fat Tuan......" Xinghua cried out of breath.

Hua Qiao sniffed, stepped forward and hugged both of them, crying miserably.

When Xiang Minghou arrived, he saw three women hugging each other and crying bitterly, this time, the bottom of his eyes also became sour, if it weren't for the difference between men and women, he also wanted to come together and cry together......

"Ahem......"

Cough lightly and walk over.

"Fat Group ......"

"You have suffered in the fat group over the years, every time I see you lose weight like this in the past few days, my aunt's heart and liver hurt......"

Xinghua and Hua Qiao cried so loudly that they didn't hear it at all.

"Auntie, don't cry, Dad is here." Ye Qianning pulled her sleeves to wipe her aunt's tears.

"What's the matter with him, we miss our daughter, can't we cry yet." Hua Qiao muffled, and her tears still couldn't be stopped.

Xinghua sobbed and let go of Ye Qianning: "It's been four days, but it's bad for us." ”

"That's it, that's it." Hua Qiao also let go of her hand.

"I also miss my aunt, I saw my father and Aunt Nine downstairs that day, and blamed me for not recognizing them for a while." At that time, Ye Qianning just felt familiar, and after ten years, her aunt has also changed a lot.

"If your father hadn't stopped me, I would have wanted to recognize you at the time." Speaking of this, Hua Qiao couldn't help but glared at Minghou and raised her hand to tear off the veil.

"Dad is preventing my aunt from recognizing me?" Ye Qianning turned his head: "Dad? ”

She couldn't figure it out for the past two days, why did she avoid her when she was obviously her aunt? (End of chapter)