Qin Yao escorted Mrs. Ding home, and just as the school at the ancestral hall let out, she picked up the children, and the five of them returned home together.
"Mother, what do you have there?" Si Niang curiously leaned in, poking at the box on Qin Yao's knee with her tiny finger, perhaps thinking it was some kind of pastry. She lowered her head and sniffed with her nose.
Qin Yao was amused and slightly exasperated, lifted her little face, and pinched her chubby cheeks, "Didn't you eat enough lunch today? You're drooling like this."
With her face pinched by her mother, Si Niang mumbled, "I smell something really fragrant~"
Qin Yao thought to herself, this is a land deed, how can it not smell fragrantly?
