The little one glanced back at Wen Nuan, then looked sympathetically at Qin Shaojin.
Qin Shaojin, receiving the little one's gaze, felt quite annoyed, "Looking at what?"
"Nothing." The little one scooted the stool closer to Qin Huan, turned around, and said to Wen Nuan, "Auntie, go get another stool and sit next to me."
Wen Nuan silently moved a stool and sat down next to the little one, quietly wrapping dumplings.
...
An hour later, the dumplings were all wrapped, and the group of people began to wash their hands in preparation for the meal.
The doorbell rang, Uncle Lu went to open the door and saw Huo Jinxue, inspecting her for quite a while, "Miss, what happened to you?"
Huo Jinxue sobbed, "I was scared to death. I'm not sure what happened, but luckily a kind-hearted person saved me."
Uncle Lu hastened to let Huo Jinxue in, "The master and mistress have gone to wash their hands, Miss, please sit on the sofa and wait for a moment."
