Glancing quickly to the left and right, she pulled the girl into the room and said, "If you sneak the buns out to me, will they punish you if they find out?"
"No!" The girl smiled sweetly, with a cute baby face and a deep dimple on the left side of her smile. She was very cute and very childish. "I was originally a helper in the kitchen. These are things I secretly
It’s hidden, no one knows—”
"Why would you do such a thing?"
"Have Miss Liuli forgotten who I am? Last time I was in the hospital, if you hadn't helped me plead with Mr. Luo, I would have been living on the street by now..."
Oh, she finally remembered!
This girl seems to be an orphan after the earthquake in the mountains. Both her parents died. By chance, she was recruited by Qin's mother to work in Leng Yu's house.
I briefly took care of her when she was hospitalized a few months ago, and she seemed to be a servant girl who helped in the kitchen.
I remember that she accidentally broke a cup and plate in the hospital. She was so frightened at the time that she almost burst into tears under Yesilo's glare. It was she who begged for her, and Yesilo sent her back to Lengyu.
She moved to the house and hired an old servant to take care of her.
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I never thought that an unintentional act of kindness would receive such unexpected feedback.
"No, Miss Liuli, eat it quickly, otherwise it won't taste good if it gets cold!" His hands stubbornly stretched out in front of her again, his innocent eyes truly inviting her.
Cheng Liuli reached out and took the buns. The aroma lingered and the tentacles were still hot, which showed that this little girl had a delicate mind.
"Thank you...what's your name..." Damn it, she even forgot the little girl's name.
"My name is Cao Miner, but everyone calls me Minmin."
"Okay, Minmin, thank you very much..."
"You're welcome, sister Liuli, please eat quickly. I have to wash the dishes quickly. I will bring you breakfast tomorrow early..."
Cheng Liuli opened her mouth, trying to tell Minmin not to risk coming over again, but the girl had already smiled sweetly, opened the door and ran out.
Cheng Liuli held the few small buns in his hand, raised one of them and took a bite. It was filled with pure lean meat, not fat or greasy, and mixed with green minced green onions. It smelled fragrant and made him eat more.
fragrant.
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She choked up. In this life, she had eaten countless delicacies, whether it was the Angadian veal flown in by Chu Yilun from Europe or the world-famous veal brought in by Yesilo from Kobe, Japan.
Monodon shrimp.
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However, none of them are as delicious as the ordinary steaming steamed dumplings in my hands.
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The so-called icing on the cake is easy, but it is difficult to provide help when the time is right.
When everyone in the world bows to them and looks down on them, only such a little girl who is not stained by the world can give her a ray of nourishment like a sweet spring, which makes her even more grateful.
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After a few dumplings fell into my stomach, I finally stopped talking about the empty city plan. I was also very tired. I lay on the bed with my clothes on, my pillow on my clothes roll, and my thin windbreaker covering me. I fell asleep in a short while.
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Several times in the middle of the night, she woke up dimly to the constant noise above her head. Perhaps she was too tired, and she fell asleep again in a daze several times.