Shi Nuan's eyelashes fluttered slightly before she paused and said, "Understanding deepens over time, doesn't it? Didn't Second Uncle say we shouldn't rush and to take it slow?"
Song Yansheng chuckled lightly, surprised that the little girl would use his own words against him.
He nodded, "You're right, we should take it slow!"
...
In the end, the two of them didn't stay at Dong Garden until Monday.
On Sunday afternoon, a call came from Song Mansion, saying that Ye Mingmei and A Qing had returned.
The reason was unknown.
So Song Yansheng took Shi Nuan back to Song Mansion and called his mother, Yu Yao, on the way.
The reason was simple, ever since her husband's finger twitched, Yu Yao had been praying in front of the Buddha, eating only vegetarian meals these past few days.
Ye Mingmei loved meat, and Yu Yao indulged her, but it turned out that the little girl had eaten the offerings to the ancestors from the back garden's Buddha hall.
