Lin Zhao did not have his own maid, but he used coral and dianthus with Lin Qingwei. It was raining and he was unable to move. Zhao Zhao felt that there was no need for the maid to follow him.

Furong also smiled and said that she would send Zhao Zhao back in person later.

When the two got on the carriage, they still had two or three drops of rain. When they got off the carriage, it was heavy, and it was raucous and landed on the bluestone floor outside, washing the ground clean.

The embroidered shoes under Zhaozhao's feet did not have a trace of water. She carried the food box she brought with her, and the paint box was not wet from the rain.

Qian's carriage can directly enter the outer courtyard. Zhaozhao carried the food box and followed Furong through the house and walked to the corridor.

The eaves of the Lin family's house are very narrow. The newly found woodworker is built very strongly, but not very beautiful. The wood used is mottled and mixed wood. Walking on it, you can see black knots.

The Qian family's corridor is much more grand. The corridor is full of good tangerine wood. Even on rainy days, a maid will wipe it brightly. Obviously, it is used to take tung oil on weekdays and carefully wipe it with a soft towel.

Zhaozhao's pace slowed down, his small brows frowned, and he didn't know why he thought of this.

She always feels familiar to Qian’s yard, thinking that there should be flowers and trees in front of her. If you walk a few steps forward, you will have flowers and trees; if you think there should be lake stones, you will have lake stones, just like she has walked through such a garden.

What Mr. Qian saw was Zhaozhao who was thinking.

Before she had long hair, Zhao Zhao always wore a hat when she went out. Today she wore a light blue hat because she was afraid of getting dirty on rainy days. She wore an indigo blue skirt with silver teeth. Because she was thinking about things, her long and thick eyelashes drooped, and her transparent pupils showed a sense of alienation for no reason.

Mr. Qian even wondered why his granddaughter Baoer likes such a child? He looks like his temperament is completely different from Baoer.

Looking at Zhaozhao again, she felt that her eyebrows were familiar. Old Master Qian rubbed his eyes and tried to remember who he looked like.

Lin Zhao didn't feel terrified for too long. When she heard Furong's name, she knew it had arrived. She smiled sweetly at the old man of Qian's family and saluted the old man.

Old Master Qian originally thought she looked like someone, but after smiling like this, he couldn't remember it.

Just now, he felt that the little girl's eyes looked cold and cold. Now when she smiled, she no longer felt alienated, and she felt as sweet as if she was filled with honey.

Mr. Qian thought, perhaps he had seen those poor children as precocious as those poor children in the border town, but now he smiled without worries, and he didn't look like those poor children.

Qian Baoer was coaxed to eat by her grandmother again. When she heard the movement outside, she was still stuffed with a small bun in her mouth, she rushed out, "Zhaozhao!"

Grandma's pastries were so beautiful that Zhao Zhao was afraid that Qian Baoer would rush over and let the pastries break their appearance. She first put the food box on the ground before she grabbed Qian Baoer's hand.

"What is this?" Qian Baoer noticed Zhao Zhao's actions and looked at the ancient food box curiously.

Lin Zhao didn't have time to answer Qian Baoer's question, because Mrs. Zhou also appeared, so she had to say hello to Mrs. Zhou.

Mrs. Zhou came out of her back foot. She was a little fat, with a brown forehead on her head. She had a round figure and a round face. As she was older, this fatness made the old lady’s face without wrinkles and made her skin look smooth and moist.

Mrs. Zhou clearly looks different from Tang, but for some reason Zhao Zhao thinks they are very similar.

Zhaozhao quickly found the answer because Mrs. Zhou showed the gold bracelet on her wrist, and she also had one on her wrist, and she was very happy when she mentioned the gold bracelet.

Mrs. Zhou noticed Zhao Zhao's gaze and said with a smile: "I have never liked jade very much, I just like gold."

Lin Zhao smiled and said, "My grandmother likes it too. She has a bracelet with a little fish on it."

"Zhaozhao, what is this?" Qian Baoer shook Lin Zhao's arm to attract the attention of his friends, wanting to know what was in the box he was carrying.

"It was my grandmother's pastry." Lin Zhao picked it up.

"Go in and sit in," said Mr. Qian.

When I entered the main hall, Zhaozhao arranged the food box and took off the lid. The pastry was divided into three layers and specially put a part in a separate plum blossom box. "This is my and Baoer, and this was made by my grandmother this morning."

Without looking at the separate plum blossom box, the pastry is very delicate. Mrs. Zhou was worried about her granddaughter's meal in the morning. Seeing that the pastry had its own characteristics, she just twisted one.

She ate the snowflake crisps, and the small pieces were cut into diamond shapes to form the petals, like a blooming snowflake, which was crisped with oil, soft and soft in the mouth, and it was a little chewy. She used some milk, but there was no fishy smell of milk, leaving only a strong aroma. When eating the chewy snowflake crisps, the hidden sweetness occupied her mouth openly.

"Oh, it's so fragrant. Your grandmother's skills are so good."

Zhao Zhao's eyebrows and eyes bent, and he focused his head, "My grandmother's skills are so good."

"Wusheng, you can try one too."

Mr. Qian, Qian Wusheng, waved his hand and said apologetically to the little girl, "I have eaten enough in the morning. I'll try your grandmother's pastry later. But my wife likes it so much, I know that the taste will definitely not be bad."

Zhaozhao whispered: "You are so polite."

Qian Baoer looked at the pastry inside, as if she wanted to taste it. Lin Zhao saw her appearance and took out the small box, "Grandmother said that the outside is the same as the inside, but she had a pair of tricks inside, so we could eat this alone.

After Lin Zhao opened the small box, it can be said that the pastries inside immediately got Qian Baoer's heart. If they were easy to shape, they would pinch them into animals and look like they were decently. There were fat white rabbits nesting on the ground, flying dragons, and graceful phoenixes. If they were not convenient to shape, they would try to use crab claw pens to draw the edges and make them into flowers, with smooth and delicate texture, exquisite and small.

"Oh, your grandmother is so thoughtful. My Baoer likes this." Mrs. Zhou looked at her granddaughter and knew that this fancy pastry was right for the children's appetite.

"I like it very much, my grandmother is very nice to me."

Qian Baoer looked at the pastry inside and said, "Zhaozhao, which one should we eat first? You must know what you made of your grandmother."

"I've eaten in the morning. I'm not too hungry now. Can we have fun and eat before eating?"

Qian Baoer was not that hungry either. She felt happy to see this pastry, so she asked Furong to go to the kitchen to find the crystal tray, and she did not forget to instruct, "The appearance of the flower must be maintained, but it is not allowed to change."

After leaving the big food box to the two old men, Qian Baoer took Zhaozhao's hand and took her to her room.

Mr. Qian looked at Zhao Zhao a little restrained at the beginning, because Qian Baoer took her to run and ran, so he looked like a child. Seeing his wife picking up the second piece of pastry, she said with a smile, "Did I say it before?"

Lin Zhao, the child, was like the old man said, and his mind was very delicate.

Mrs. Zhou said, "It's a good child. If Baoer plays with her, Baoer will learn one or two of her carefulness. It's best to bring the child more lively and run well in the end."

Mr. Qian couldn't help laughing. On weekdays, his wife always disliked Qian Baoer too much. Now she wanted to turn around and make Zhao Zhao more lively. Isn't it a contradiction? So she deliberately said, "The old lady of the Lin family just sent pastries. You are revengeing your kindness."

Mrs. Zhou pushed her husband angrily.

Zhaozhao was taken by Qian Baoer all the way, but after running two steps, Zhaozhao thought of the problem he just thought about.

"Baoer, is your yard the same as the Qian family yard in Kyoto?"

Qian Baoer tilted his head, thought for a while and said, "No, I heard that this house was cultivated by a master. I have cultivated gardens in Kyoto, Chengde and other places."

I have built a garden, Zhao Zhao thought that I felt familiar with it, maybe I remembered it when I went shopping in the garden before.

What Qian Baoer didn't know was that the master actually only built two gardens, both of which were royal gardens, and the style of the royal garden was different from that here.

The garden layout of the Qian family’s ancestral home is somewhat similar to that of Princess Yuan’an’s palace.

The Qian family's corridors are more grand than the Lin family, let alone Lin Baoer's boudoir. However, what surprised Zhaozhao was not the gorgeousness of Qian Baoer's boudoir, but because Duobao Pavilion was empty and there was a short long table that was moved out from somewhere. There was a careful laying of soft couch below, and the things in Duobao Pavilion were placed full of tables.

"I specially opened the warehouse to find it." Qian Baoer proudly pulled Zhao Zhao down.

The mat under the feet is soft, and they can sit directly on the ground, feeling that the table is not enough, and they can also play on the ground.

Zhaozhao said, "You have a lot of toys."

"It's a pity that it rains today, and I still have a pony. If it doesn't rain, we can ride a pony!"

The first thing Qian Baoer showed Zhao Zhao was naturally her other golden monkey. The one she gave to Zhao Zhao was just scratching her head, and this one was sitting, scratching her head with one hand.

At first, Zhao Zhao was a little restrained, but later she also took Qian Baoer's doll. The one in her hand was just a dancer's doll. She sang the song Qian Baoer taught her, and she carried the doll in her hand. Qian Baoer also sang. The two were about the same age, not like Furong and Shaoyao. When they were playing with Qian Baoer, they were always more skillful in singing. Although Qian Baoer thought she sang well, she always felt that they were different from what she sang.

Now it’s different from Zhaozhao. If you want to sing high notes, you always make the same mistake, which makes the two giggle.
Chapter completed!