Early the next morning, Chu Qingwan sent Ling Han and Yanran to the market to buy a lot of food, and they all took the carriage with them to the suburbs.
They did not ride in Prince Qi's carriage, which was too ostentatious, so Mo Jingyu squeezed into the ordinary carriage prepared by Ling Han with them.
On the way, the three milk dumplings couldn't restrain their excitement. Sometimes they pulled Mo Jingyu to tell interesting stories about their past travels, and sometimes they asked how far away the night was. They were so noisy that they couldn't stop.
Chu Qingwan raised his head and said, "You three, please save your strength and don't complain about being sleepy when you get off the car later."
Tiantian opened her eyes wide: "No way! Mom, look, I am in high spirits."
Chu Qing nodded at the tip of her nose: "She's still energetic, but you get tired faster every time."
Tiantian snorted: "Absolutely not this time! Uncle just said he would teach us how to fish, and I won't fall asleep."
As he spoke, he went to pull Mo Jingyu and play with his sleeves. After a while, he leaned on his legs in a twisted posture, not knowing what he was enjoying.
Chu Qingwan told her not to make trouble with Mo Jingyu, and after several attempts to stop him, he let her go.
The carriage soon arrived at its destination, which was a clear lake with green grass on the shore, weeping willow branches hanging upside down among fragrant flowers, and the shadows of butterflies flying.
Yan Ran, Lin Yu and the others were quick and easy. They arranged the small tables they carried, placed the fruits and snacks they bought in the morning, lit a small stove, and cooked tea. That was all.
Chu Qingwan walked to the lake and looked at the depth of the shallow water, and warned: "Tuan Tuan, don't get too close, be careful of falling."
Tuantuan raised his voice and responded, but the man came close to Lin Yu and played with the fishing rod with him.
Chu Qingwan was not interested in this and followed Tiantian's footsteps into the flowers.
"Mother, come quickly, I will make a wreath for you."
Tiantian picked a handful of wild flowers and a few grass roots, sat on the grass, and knitted them in a serious manner.
Chu Qingwan squatted beside her, teaching and waiting.
Yuanyuan dragged Yanran to catch the butterflies, jumping up and down and giving instructions: "Sister Yanran, grab the blue one, that one is beautiful."
Among the group of people, Mo Jingyu is the most leisurely.
His wheelchair was parked next to the small table. He watched the tea smoke curling up and the smoke dispersing in the wind. His eyes wandered and he saw Chu Qingwan trying on the garland.
She was extremely beautiful, and the wreath of wild flowers on her head looked a bit out of place.
The mother and daughter didn't know what they were talking about. She curled up her lips and smiled, and the bright morning light fell on her face, so bright that it could not be stained by the world.
Mo Jingyu was fascinated by it without realizing it.
"Your Majesty," Lin Yu's voice brought him back from his thoughts, "The fishing rod is ready."
Mo Jing lowered his eyes and let him push him to the lakeside. He hung up the bait and threw it into the lake, waiting quietly.
Tuantuan moved a small chair and sat next to him, imitating his example, hanging bait and throwing a line, staring at the lake attentively.
Not long after, Mo Jingyu's fishing rod moved. He gently lifted it, and a fat fish fell into the bucket.
Tuan Tuan's eyes brightened slightly, and he also tried to catch his own, but couldn't catch anything. He pursed his lips, not getting discouraged, and continued to wait.
A quarter of an hour later, Mo Jingyu caught four fish and caught nothing.
He instead stared at Mo Jingyu's fishing rod, suspecting that it was different from his own.
At this moment, Mo Jingyu reminded him softly: "The fish has bitten the hook."
Tuantuan quickly pulled up the fishing rod, and sure enough, a big carp was biting the bait and wouldn't let go.
He struggled to get the fish into the bucket and looked at Mo Jingyu with bright eyes, as if he was expecting something.
Mo Jingyu met his gaze, miraculously understood, and smiled: "Fishing is a test of patience. You are great."