noffsinger Chapter 227 All are birthdays
Chapter 227 All are birthdays
Chapter 227 All Birthdays
Early winter.
It's not too cold.
However, the temperature difference between day and night in Jiangzhou is quite large.
Jiang Miaomiao felt chilly when she got up.
Xi'er put a little jacket on her; the milky white jacket was embroidered with tiny flowers, making it look adorable.
She used to think that two- or three-year-old girls looked adorable in floral dresses.
She got herself a new one too.
But her mother thought the color was too white, so she changed her into a light yellow jacket.
Jiang Miaomiao found it a bit strange.
Her mother never interfered with her clothing choices, and now she had her own room, right next to her mother's.
She also has her own fairly large wardrobe, quite big, with all sorts of clothes.
Almost all her relatives and friends would give her new clothes, so many that she couldn't wear them all.
Some clothes are custom-made by having someone come to her home to take her measurements, while others are handmade by Sister Qiao'er and her aunt. They make some for her every year.
However, she usually wears clothes made by her sister Qiao'er and her aunt, which are practical, durable, and suitable for everyday wear.
As for those haute couture dresses, they are beautiful, but wearing them requires a lot of care, and washing them is also very particular.
If you're climbing a tree or scaling a wall, you might accidentally drop a gem or pearl, which would be a huge loss.
Those pretty little dresses gave her the feeling that it wasn't people wearing clothes, but clothes wearing people.
It effectively bound people.
No wonder my mother wore that noblewoman's robe once at the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet and never wore it again.
Although Xiao Miaomiao has many clothes in her wardrobe, her mother made very few of them by hand.
Because she saw what Sister Qiao'er and her aunt had made, and then looked at what she had made, she felt ashamed of herself.
So her mother only made her undergarments and nightgowns, things that were close to her body.
Anyway, no one will see if I wear it inside.
But Jiang Miaomiao discovered that the little jacket she was wearing was actually made by her mother.
Because the stitches are not that fine.
Jiang Miaomiao also discovered that her mother had made a slightly larger one. The two jackets were almost identical, except for the size and pattern.
What's even stranger is that my mother would make one every year, and then put it in a box after she finished it, so it didn't seem to be for her.
Her mother didn't say anything, and she didn't ask.
Go to the dining room.
I found that today's breakfast was very plentiful.
"Our Miaomiao must grow up healthy and happy." Her mother placed a bowl of thin noodles in front of her.
She finished slurping the noodles without noticing anything was wrong.
Until her mother placed a red egg in front of her; not only her, but everyone else received one.
She then realized that something seemed off.
She's the only one with this; nobody else has it.
There were also red eggs. She remembered that in her previous life, her grandmother would always boil a red egg for her on her birthday.
It turns out that eating red eggs has been the same throughout history.
Could it be that today is her birthday?
That must be it; she's never celebrated her birthday here.
Her older brother secretly told her that she had an older sister who died two days before her birthday, so everyone tacitly observed a vegetarian diet on that day.
My mother would even spend the whole day at Qingyun Temple.
She was delayed the day before yesterday because of the salary issue, but it looks like she's going out today.
Jiang Miaomiao was being a good girl today, trying her best not to bother her mother and brothers.
Although no one wished her a happy birthday, she ate longevity noodles, red eggs, and wore new clothes made by her mother.
She was still very happy.
She received a small bamboo flute from her second brother, and curiously blew it. Then Jiang Xiaobai came wagging its tail.
Chirp chirp appeared out of nowhere.
Her older brother brought her a string of candied hawthorns.
Aunt Xiuxiu didn't know it was her birthday; she just thought it was because she was happy after accomplishing something important.
However, I still secretly hid a chicken leg for her.
After breakfast, her mother and brothers went out. Today, Jiang Miaomiao was being looked after by Aunt Xiuxiu.
After Xi'er arrived, Xiuxiu felt much more relaxed, but before she knew it, Xi'er had become the little girl's lackey.
So she has to take care of the baby and do chores.
Today's work was relatively easy: picking flowers.
Pick the chrysanthemums that fill the yard to make paste and chrysanthemum cakes.
My sister has really made the most of these chrysanthemums.
She led her maids to pick flowers, and the little one was busy chasing butterflies, quite well-behaved indeed.
The little guy, wearing that yellow jacket, was often lost in the chrysanthemum bushes, making it quite a search for him.
Jiang Miaomiao was bored, sometimes chasing butterflies, sometimes catching food for Qiuqiu.
If you get hungry while playing, you can eat some freshly baked chrysanthemum cakes.
He had a happy birthday, though.
Princess Jiayue, who shared the same birthday as her, was not so lucky.
Although they were born on the same day, King Jing had some doubts about whether they were actually born on that day.
They continued their journey today, but with so many carriages and horses, they were moving very slowly.
There were many women, and they were enjoying the scenery along the way, so they walked even slower.
The feelings I had when I arrived were completely different from the feelings I had when I left.
Princess Liang was both excited and worried when she arrived. She was often used as a punching bag by Prince Liang, so she had no mood to enjoy the scenery.
Princess Rong'an and the Crown Prince arrived at breakneck speed, having no time for sightseeing.
Needless to say, the Mu sisters were on their way here without stopping for even a moment.
But my mindset is different now.
Mu Jiangyue is no longer afraid of wolves.
This is all thanks to the clever little Miaomiao.
Several times when she woke up from her afternoon nap, she would open her eyes and see a baby and a wolf in front of her bed, which scared her to death many times.
After being exposed to this repeatedly, she gradually lost her fear.
Nowadays, we're not afraid to camp out at night.
As for Princess Liang and her daughter, they were radiant with happiness, sitting in the mountains enjoying the scenery, brewing tea, and playing cards. They were incredibly content.
However, they also kept a close eye on King Liang.
Princess Liang felt that it was good for the old man to stay as he was, but it was tough on the horses that pulled him and the people who served him.
The only thing we can do is feed the horse more hay and give the maids and servants who serve it a little more pay.
However, there was one person who was most worried about his father, and that was the Crown Prince of Liang.
He would have the doctor examine his father every day.
Every day I pray in my heart: May Buddha bless my father so that he may continue to be mentally impaired...
In King Jing's eyes, he was simply a filial and good son.
When King Jing turned around, he saw the wretched Cao Jiayue.
He remembered that today was the child's birthday.
Every year on this day, her parents would gather together to hold a birthday banquet for her, and countless people from inside and outside the palace would send her gifts.
She could choose whatever she wanted; she was practically the center of attention.
Especially her own father, who would find her anything she wanted, even the stars in the sky.
King Jing was now filled with remorse; he shouldn't have mentioned it in front of Cao Jiayue.
He had just casually remarked to Song Siyuan: "Today seems to be Jia Yue's birthday..."
That's what the kid overheard.
Cao Jiayue tugged at Prince Jing's sleeve, clamoring incessantly, "Uncle, Jiayue wants gifts... lots and lots of gifts..."
"No gifts."
"Uncle, Jia Yue wants the little red bird."
King Jing: ...
I was speechless. Why was she still thinking about the little red bird?
"Uncle, Jiayue wants to play with a kite..."
King Jing said with a stern face, "There is no little red bird, nor a kite."
"Jia Yue wants a kite, Uncle, make one for me." Cao Jia Yue said, tugging at Prince Jing's sleeve and acting like a spoiled child.
She had seen Jiang Miaomiao's brother make kites for her; they were so beautiful, and she wanted one too.
King Jing's face darkened further, and he said coldly, "I won't do it."
Even if I could do it, I wouldn't...