Chapter 78: Chapter Seventy-Eight: Feeling a Bit Strange

"Yu'an!"

Cheng Chengxuan hurried in, yet did not see the little one's figure.

"Brother, Yu'an just left. Do you also have offerings to present to the Immortal?"

Cheng Qiuluo looked in puzzlement at the certain someone whose head was drenched in sweat.

How could it be so fast?

Cheng Chengxuan's brows knit slightly. He gripped the thing in his hand a little tighter and quietly tucked it behind his back.

"N-no, I just came to have a look."

"Since Yu'an has already left, I'll head back to my room first."

Watching her own second brother's somewhat forlorn back, Cheng Qiuluo stroked her chin, her face thoughtful.

"Why do I feel like Second Brother is acting strange?"

Cheng Qiuruo nodded in considerable agreement.

"He really is acting strange. A few days ago he came to find me and made a ring with a hidden mechanism, with a very sharp, very small iron blade concealed inside."

"And it was forged from that small piece of meteorite iron he'd always treasured."

"That piece of meteorite iron?!"

Cheng Qiuluo's tone grew very agitated.

"I once wanted to have a sharp little knife forged. I begged Second Brother for two whole years and he never relented — and now he used it just like that?"

Hearing them say this, Meng Shi also wore a thoughtful expression.

"Speaking of which, a few days ago Chengxuan also came to find me to compound a kind of potent knockout-drug solution."

Cheng Old Madam narrowed her eyes slightly, frowning in thought.

Who did Chengxuan make that ring for?

Cheng Qiuluo clenched one fist and pounded it heavily into the palm of her other hand, exclaiming with sudden "enlightenment."

"I know!"

"Why?"

"Tell us."

The several people in the main room all looked at her, faces showing anticipation.

"Second Brother must have wanted to give it to Yu'an for self-protection!"

Having said that, she even nodded in self-affirmation.

"That's right, it must be like this."

Haha, she's really clever!

The rest of them: "…"

Meng Shi helped Cheng Old Madam to her feet.

"Pomo, didn't you say yesterday that your shoulders were feeling stiff? Let your daughter-in-law escort you back to your room and give you a massage, shall I?"

Lady Da nodded with a smile at the corner of her mouth and patted her hand.

"Good."

After they went out, Cheng Qiuruo also turned her head to look at her own mother.

"Mother, let's go back to our room and continue knitting the sweater, and knit another pair of mittens for Grandmother."

Wang Shi nodded.

"Let's go."

Finally, Tian Shi and Qiuyun exchanged a glance.

"Eldest Sister-in-law, shall we go out and have a sparring match?"

"That suits me perfectly!"

One after another they all left, and in the end only Qiuluo was left alone in the main room, scratching her head.

"What the heck, why did they all leave?"

Unable to figure it out, she didn't dwell on it either, and finally she waved her hand and chased after them.

"Eldest Sister-in-law, Elder Sister, take me along!"

And in another room, Cheng Chengxuan sat on a chair, gazing slightly dazed at the ring on the table.

He had been delayed a little while earlier applying the drug solution to the iron blade.

"Sigh! Still a step too late."

He could only find another chance to give it to her next time.

……

"Fairy Sister!"

Arriving in the familiar Ke Ting, the Fairy Sister he had been longing for was looking at him with a smiling face.

Yu'an grinned, his little hands spread open, and rushed joyfully toward An Luo.

An Luo crouched down and caught the little cannonball barreling toward her.

The soft, cuddly little fellow hugged An Luo's neck, nuzzled into the crook of her neck, and in a milky voice poured out his longing.

"Fairy Sister, Yu'an finally gets to see you again. Yu'an misses you so much."

That little milky voice, tinged with coy affection in her ear, made An Luo's heart melt.

She raised her hand and rubbed the little one's head, asking softly.

"Don't you see me every day? And Elder Sister talks to Yu'an every day too."

Yu'an shook his head.

"It's different."

As he shook his head, the baby fat on the little one's cheeks wobbled along.

An Luo reached out and gently scratched a few times, and seeing his obedient, cute little look, she felt like teasing him.

"Then tell me, Yu'an, what's different?"

"It's just… it's just…"

Yu'an scrunched up his little face, lowered his head in deep thought, and his small hand unconsciously tugged at the little tuft of hair on his head.

Suddenly, the little one cupped An Luo's face, looking utterly serious.

"Yu'an can touch Fairy Sister."

Then he took An Luo's hand and placed it on top of his own head, nuzzling against it affectionately.

"And Fairy Sister can pat Yu'an's head too."

"That's what's different."

An Luo had an auntie smile on her lips, while screaming wildly inside.

Aaahhh!

Zaituan is just too cute, too warm!

"Alright, Elder Sister understands."

An Luo picked up the little one and set him on the stool to sit properly.

"Elder Sister made breakfast. Would Yu'an like a little more?"

Seeing the small, delicate buns on the plate before him, Yu'an rubbed his tummy, held up his little finger to measure, and smiled shyly.

"Yu'an can still eat just a little bit more."

"There's also chicken soup wontons. Elder Sister will go get them."

Saying so, An Luo walked briskly into Chu Fang.

Yu'an blinked.

Chicken soup?

Right!

The little one pushed the plate in front of him to the side, leaving enough space, and tapped the tabletop with his chubby index finger.

A clay pot filled with chicken soup appeared on the table.

An Luo had just walked out carrying one large and one small bowl when she was met with Zaituan's little face beaming like a little sun.

"Grandmother made chicken soup, it's really delicious. Fairy Sister, hurry and try it."

"Alright, then Yu'an remember to help Elder Sister thank Lady Da."

Taking a new bowl and ladling out a small half-bowl of chicken soup, An Luo took a sip, and her eyes gradually welled up.

This chicken soup tastes just like the one Mama used to make for her.

Seeing her cry, the little one beside her immediately panicked, hurriedly jumped down from the chair, looking utterly at a loss, and his milky little voice took on a sob.

"What's wrong, Fairy Sister? Is the chicken soup not good?"

"Did Yu'an do something wrong?"

An Luo pulled out two tissues to wipe her face, then smiled and shook her head at the little one.

"No, the chicken soup is very good."

"Elder Sister just misses Mama."

The little one sniffed.

"What is Mama?"

An Luo rubbed his forehead, a look of reminiscence crossing her face.

"Mama means mother."

"This bowl of chicken soup tastes a lot like what my Mama made. I really like it."

So that's how it is.

Fairy Sister told him before that her mother had become a star, and could never be seen again.

Fairy Sister must miss her mother a lot, just like…

Just like how he misses his father.

Thinking of this, the little one's mood also sank.

Noticing this, An Luo rubbed Yu'an's little chubby cheeks.

"Later Elder Sister will take Yu'an out to play, okay?"

"Mm!"

His curiosity about the outside world lifted Yu'an's mood quite a bit.

Seeing her keep drinking the chicken soup without eating anything else, the little one scooted closer and spoke in a soft, sticky voice.

"If Fairy Sister likes it, Yu'an will bring it for Elder Sister again next time."

An Luo lowered her head and nuzzled his forehead with hers.

The stray hairs on her forehead tickled Yu'an, and he giggled nonstop.

"Thank you, Yu'an, but you don't have to specially make soup for me. Just tell me how to make it."

"Can Yu'an help Elder Sister with this?"

"No problem."

The little one nodded heavily, patting his own little chest.

"Leave it to Yu'an!"

He can also help Fairy Sister now.

That's wonderful!