The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1298: Steamed buns

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"Yes, listening to what the Long Live Lord and the Queen say, Young Master He will be crowned the county king as soon as he comes back," the chief **** nodded, while he couldn't help but sigh, "The Emperor and the Empress really treat the Young Master well. Young Master He, he has raised young Young Master He with one hand. He has no distinction between young Young Master He and the prince and princess. He truly treats him as his own child."

"Young Master He treats the emperor and the princes and princesses well. In the past, when Young Master He was still ignorant, he knew how to give Lord Long Live a pat on his back and legs every day. It can be seen that he is a filial man. No wonder Lord Long Live I have always loved him very much," the lady in charge said with a smile, and then added after a pause, "But having said that, Young Master He is ten years old this year, and he will be canonized as a county king again. I'm afraid he will get divorced. Not far away, right?"

"Yes, I don't know which noble girl is so lucky. If she can marry Mr. He, she will really fall into the nest of blessings!" the chief **** said with emotion.

"Wow!"

The two were talking when they suddenly heard a loud cry from the field. The two were so busy that they ran in and saw the prince Zhong Yuanrui sitting in the mud and crying, but he After playing so wildly in the mud for a long time, my whole body was covered in mud, and even my face was covered with mud. At this time, tears poured down, and two thin white marks appeared, and another Poor and cute at the same time.

"What's the matter? Prince, what's wrong with you?" The lady in charge was so distressed that she rushed over and wiped the little prince's face with her handkerchief. She asked anxiously, "Is the prince hurt somewhere?" Tell your slave, I will hire a doctor for you..."

"No! It doesn't hurt! I don't want a doctor either!" As soon as the little prince heard the word doctor, he cried even louder and was out of breath. "I... I hate it. Uncle Qin, the medicine he cooked is so bitter! I...I don’t want to see him! I just don’t!"

"Humph! No future!" The little princess Zhong Tiantian, who was also squatting with a shovel and digging dirt into a small white jade bowl, stared at the wailing little prince with disgust. He lowered his head and dug in the soil again.

"Wow!" The next second, the little prince howled again, pointing at the small jade bowl in the little princess's hand and complaining to the maid in charge, "She...her own bowl is broken! Come and rob me The bowl! I didn’t give it to her, she, she kicked me to the ground! Wow!"

The maid in charge: "..."

"Rui'er, why don't you use my bowl?" Pang Nianqin, who was squatting silently digging in the soil, brought the small bowl in his hand to the little prince, "Look, my bowl is better than yours." That one is bigger and can hold more soil."

"I don't want it! I want my bowl!" The little prince slapped the small bowl in front of him and dropped it to the ground. His two little legs kicked on the ground, "I want mine." Bowl!"

"Then you should go and get it," Pang Nianqin silently picked up his bowl, glanced at the little prince, then looked at the little princess, and then said expressionlessly, "It's in Tiantian's hand. Ah, just go and get it."

"Wow!" After a short pause, the little prince cried directly and fell into the arms of the maid in charge.

"Brother Nianqin, ignore him, he is just a crybaby!" Zhong Tiantian glared at Zhong Yuanrui with disgust, then ran to Pang Nianqin and sat down in front of Pang Nianqin with a shovel in one hand and a small bowl in the other, "Come! Nianqin Brother, let’s make steamed buns together!”

"Okay." Pang Nianqin said with a smile. He was so busy digging soil into the bowl with Zhong Yuanrui. When the bowl was filled with soil, the two of them slammed the bowl to the ground, then closed their eyes and tapped with their fingers. Holding the small bowl, Zhong Tiantian began to sing crisply.

"Steam the steamed buns, steam the steamed buns, steam a good steamed bun, one bite for dad, one bite for mother, leave the remaining one for him, wait for him, look forward to him, come to our house in a big sedan with a red hijab on his head Meng, wear embroidered shoes on your feet. From now on, steamed buns will also be paired..."