Chapter 1592 (1/2)

”I'm picking up the fallen rose petals to make tea and flower cakes.” Lin Mo Tong said with a smile, ”you play while I continue to pick it up.”

”I'll pick it up for you, too.” Yueyue was very interested in these things, but when she was in the presidential palace, the bodyguards and nannies didn't let her do it. She wanted to pick up a leaf in the garden. Before reaching out, someone had already held her away.

Yueyue lowers her head to pick up the petals for Lin Mo Tong. While picking them up, she is surprised to find an ant and squats there without blinking.

After a while, because he found a different piece of flowers and plants, he laughed and raised it to Lin Mo Tong.

Aunt Qin came up and said, ”Lin Mo Tong, if you're okay, take care of Yueyue. Remember, the responsibility is heavy. You can't let her run out. ”

”I know, aunt Qin, go and be busy.” Lin Mo Tong said with a smile.

Aunt Qin was relieved to see that there were still many servants standing next to her. She asked Yueyue to play with Lin Mo Tong.

Yueyue is just like a bird in a cage. She is very happy. She runs around the garden to help Lin Mo Tong pick up the petals. She also pulls the weeds to play.

Lin Mo Tong taught her to distinguish the different textures and colors of different flowers. She learned it very seriously and followed Lin Mo Tong's side, remembering it meticulously.

Lin Mo Tong picked up enough petals and took her to catch cicadas in the tree.

I didn't catch it for a long time. I only picked up an empty shell that had fallen off. Yueyue put her hand on the cicada shell with fear and curiosity, and screamed with fear.

”Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It won't bite. It's just an empty shell.” Lin Mo Tong took her hand and put it up with encouragement.

Yueyue touched it, and then giggled again.

”Can I teach you to recite a poem about cicadas?” Lin Mo Tong said with a smile.

”OK.” Yueyue's voice is soft and cute, good and clever.

”Cicadas, Yu Shinan, drink the clear dew and sound the sparse Tung. It's not the autumn wind that makes you cry... ”

”Drinking clear dew...”

”Flowing sound comes out of sparse Tung...”