A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

"Is it yummy!"

The expectation in the boy's voice was undisguised, and he was eagerly and directly waiting for the little guy's feedback.

Bei Wan held back the chestnuts that burned her mouth and did not spit them out.

There was no sign of any discomfort on her little face, and she said seriously to the boy who was waiting for her answer: "It's delicious."

really tasty.

"If nothing else, you still have to watch me when you go out to eat, drink and have fun. Others can't count on me."

Mo Yan peeled a roasted chestnut for himself, stuffed it into his mouth happily, and sighed at the same time.

He didn't notice at all that Yan Fengmian and others were still there.

However, Yan Fengmian and others did not argue with Mo Yan. Who in the right mind would compare with a madman?

"Master, Beiwan wants to come down and walk by himself."

The little guy took the candy man from Yan Fengmian and made his request.

Although it was very labor-saving to be held by Master, she had grown up and wanted to walk around by herself and visit various small stalls.

"it is good."

Yan Fengmian put the little one on the ground and let her see whatever she wanted.

The little guy is wearing a small red cloak with a white rabbit fur collar. Her face is fair and delicate. She doesn't like to smile, but it makes her more upright and cute. She looks like a delicate little fairy child who is not stained by the world. .

She held Yan Ci's clothes in one hand and held up the newly made little bunny candy man in the other, curiously looking at various stalls.

Whatever she liked, Yan Ci would pay for it directly afterwards.

"Bei Wan."

Suddenly, the master behind her stopped her.

"Hey!"

The little guy still respected the Master very much. When he heard the Master's call, he immediately turned around.

Yan Fengmian stood in front of a stall and waved to the little guy, gesturing for her to come over.

Bei Wan immediately stood up and without any delay, trotted to Yan Fengmian.

"Master, what's wrong!"

The little guy looked up at the master, wondering why he called him here. Could it be that there was something important?

"Let's see which one looks better on you."

Yan Fengmian said in a calm voice and squatted down. In his hands were several red headdresses that looked very festive.

Although the headdresses are cheap, they are exquisite. They are all made by the grandmother who sells headdresses with her own hands.

"The little girl is pretty, and she looks good no matter what she wears."

Grandma looked down at the delicate and fair little girl and expressed her appreciation sincerely.

Yan Fengmian also made a few gestures on the little guy's head and found that the little guy looked beautiful no matter what he wore.

He looked at the headwear on the stall and took out a piece of gold from his storage bracelet.

"It's all."

"That's not right, it's too much."

Grandma quickly pushed Yan Fengmian's hand away. The piece of gold was enough to feed their family of nine for two years.

"It's not much. Please ask the old man to braid the child's hair again."

Yan Fengmian made a request. The little guy's hair was indeed a bit messy.

It's just that I was worried that the little guy might like this kind of exquisite hairstyle, so I didn't change it for the little guy.

Now is the time to ask the old man in front of me to help.

The person in front of me looked like a young master from a wealthy family, and his attitude towards giving money was quite strong.

Grandma didn’t shirk it. It was Chinese New Year, and she also hoped that her granddaughter and grandson could have something good to eat. Who doesn’t need money?

So grandma picked two of the most exquisite and time-consuming headdresses and bent down to comb the little guy's hair.

The old man's movements were gentle and skillful. Her hairstyle was not as delicate as Zang Yunzhi's, but it was enough to match the agility and childishness of a child. It was simple but elegant.

"Thank you grandma!"

Bei Wan thanked the old man naturally.

Then the little guy turned his head again, looked up to Yan Fengmian and said, "Thank you, Master."

When the old man heard what the little girl in front of him called the man, he immediately saluted Yan Fengmian in awe: "I have seen an immortal."

In the mortal world, most people are called masters, and only those who have cultivated immortality and attained Taoism will be called masters by their disciples.

"Old man, get up, we're just taking the kids for a walk."

"It's cold outside, go home, take a rest, and have a good New Year."

After Yan Fengmian sent the old man away, he felt his clothes being gently tugged.

"Is it because Bei Wan called Master just now that made grandma scared?"

Bei Wan thought it was, but she wasn't sure, so she had to ask her master.

Yan Fengmian nodded: "Mortals have awe for those who cultivate immortality. They are also masters and disciples. Mortal disciples call those who master them master, while those who cultivate immortality call them master."

"Then Bei Wan...do you want to call me Master now?"

The little guy held up the little candy man and asked in a confused tone.

Yan Fengmian leaned over and pinched her face, which was as tender as tofu, and said with gentle eyes, "Okay."

"Bei Wan knows."

The little guy responded, then lowered his head and whispered: "Master, Master, Master!"

It's like practicing in advance to get familiar with it.

The next second, the boy's voice came out from a corner.

"At such a young age, are you so stupid?"

Mo Yan glanced at the little breast dumpling who lowered his head and murmured "Master" seriously.

No, why are you talking about this when you have nothing to do?

"Ok?"

The little breasted dumpling who was concentrating on chanting "Master" was a little slow and looked at Mo Yan with confusion.

"Fourth Senior Brother, did you speak just now?"

She was just talking about Master, she was very focused, and what Mo Yan just said didn't enter her mind at all.

Mo Yan stared at the master's gaze and said calmly: "Oh, I said I have reserved a table at the restaurant next door, and we can go have dinner."

Under the curtain, the young man put on a fake smile very professionally.

I really dare to call my junior sister stupid in front of my master.

Especially when he learned that the master and the junior sister's parents were old acquaintances, and dare to say that he admired himself.

Yuwan Restaurant, in a private room.

As soon as Bei Wan came in, his eyes fell on the young man sitting by the window.

The young man's long hair was as smooth as ink, and was simply pulled into a bun with a hairpin. He was wearing a light cyan narrow-sleeved cross-collar gown, a ring of the same color around his waist, and a dark cloak hanging loosely on his shoulders, as if A touch of freshness after the spring snow clears.

At such a beautiful moment, Mo Yan's voice came out unsurprisingly.

“Your hair is growing!!!”

Qi Youqing, who was sitting in the private room, didn't even raise his head, focusing on the ancient book in his hand, "Yeah."

"Senior brother! Save junior brother! Your own junior brother also wants to grow hair!"

Mo Yan rushed to Qi Youqing's side.

Qi Youqing moved to the side in disgust, and placed a black pill next to Mo Yan's hand.

"Go away."

"Okay! Get out now!"

Mo Yan could bend and stretch, and immediately rolled to the corner.

Under Bei Wan's curious eyes, he took off the curtain hat on his head.

In fact, he is not ugly, but his hair is a little short, messy, and informal. Anyway, he himself is a bohemian young man.

The short hair at this time actually gives off a youthful and energetic look.

"Brother, you look good like this."

The little breasted dumpling whose aesthetics had been improved by Zang Yunzhi immediately praised her.

So, Mo Yan, who was about to swallow the pill, paused slightly.

Turning to look at the little guy: "Really?"

"real!"

The little guy nodded, extremely sincerely.

"I do not believe!"

The next second, Mo Yan swallowed the pill directly.

Bei Wan:......

Seeing Mo Yan swallowing the pills so carelessly in front of everyone, Qi Youqing looked at him with some sympathy.

He already told Mo Yan to stay away.

Mo Yan didn't pay attention to it, so he doesn't blame him.

Mo Yan only felt that the moment he took the pill, his head felt very itchy. He immediately reached out to scratch it, and then...