Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 388 Little Flower Causes Trouble by Being Greedy and Hurts Someone (4)_1

Chapter 388: Chapter 388 Little Flower Causes Trouble by Being Greedy and Hurts Someone (4)_1

After feeding the peaches, Mo Yan warmed her hands and spread out a sheet of white paper to reply to the letter. This was already the eighth one. His letters were always brief, and at first her replies were brief as well, but gradually she found herself writing more and more. Now, she could no longer fit everything on one piece of paper.

Once the letter was written and folded, she stuffed it into the envelope. Mo Yan thought for a moment and then took out a pair of leather gloves she had made herself from Space. Caressing the soft and warm gloves, she picked up a small cloth bag next to her, stuffed them inside, and was about to tie it to Maomao’s back when her hand paused and she hesitated.

Although the constraints on women in this era were not as harsh as in her previous life during the Song Dynasty, giving a gift to a man of a different surname was still against the norms, and she felt it was somewhat ambiguous. Letting Maomao carry it over so brazenly, who knows how he would view her!

Seeing Mo Yan’s hesitance, Maomao, anxious, paced back and forth on the table, occasionally pecking at her fingertips to urge her to quickly tie the cloth bag onto it.

If the master received this gift from the woman, he would surely be very happy, and if he was happy, it would be credited as Maomao’s achievement. Then, even if it made a mistake in the future, the master would remember its merit and would surely not punish it as brutally as before.

Mo Yan, unaware of this little clever creature’s scheme, saw its claws clinging to the cloth bag incessantly. She gritted her teeth and still tied it to its back, silently admonishing herself that it was so cold over there, and if his hands were to freeze, it would definitely affect his mood. A mood affected could possibly impact military decisions, and it may lead to defeat in battle.

She was sending a pair of gloves solely for the suffering people on the border, without any other intentions. If he dared to belittle her because of this, it would only prove that his thinking was narrow-minded and that she had been blind to see the wrong person.

Carrying something for the first time, Maomao was unfamiliar with the feeling. It twisted its body, stretched its wings and flapped them, feeling that it would not affect its flight. Then, with a call to Mo Yan, it flew onto the outside courtyard wall, gathered strength, and flew vigorously towards the distant North.

As she watched Maomao’s figure grow smaller and smaller until it became a speck that disappeared beneath the snowy sky, Mo Yan turned and went back into the study. She pulled out the letters from the drawer and looked them over again, her heart inexplicably filled with a trace of melancholy...

"Xin Er, are you hungry? The buns must have gone cold by now. I’ll cook now; just wait a bit longer."

As noon approached, Mo Yan went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, only to see Xin Er taking out leftover buns from the pot from the morning. She quickly stopped her. With the weather being so cold, even if the pot retained some warmth, the buns that had been in there all morning would have cooled, and eating them could upset the stomach.

"Sister..."

Xin Er was startled, her hand shaking, and the bun she had just picked up fell back into the pot. She stood flustered by the stove, looking somewhat uneasy.

Seeing her so nervous, Mo Yan was puzzled, "Sister is not saying you can’t eat, why are you so frightened?"

Xin Er sneakily glanced at her sister, fiddled with her fingers, and spoke tentatively, "Sister, I’m not hungry, nor do I want to eat the buns, it’s just... it’s just..."

Mo Yan, amused, asked, "Just what? As long as Xin Er isn’t wasting, and isn’t throwing the buns away, I won’t scold you."

Relieved by her sister’s words, Xin Er inching closer to her sister, said sheepishly, "I’ve made a new friend, a good sister. She is very nice, sensible and considerate, but her stepmother is very cruel. She only gives her a small bowl of thin porridge every day, yet she has to do all the housework. Seeing her looking faint at any moment made me want to give her a few buns to fill her stomach!"

After hearing this, Mo Yan patted her head and laughed, "Xin Er is a kindhearted child, and I am very pleased. Those few buns for her is no big deal! By the way, what’s your little sister’s name? Call her over to play at our home when you have the time."