The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

"Okay, Uncle Mo will be happy if you come every day. But it's really late today, so I'll take you back to the Wan family first."

Cheng Youning said, "Since I'm coming again tomorrow, I won't leave, so I don't have to come here again tomorrow."

"You're going to live in the kiln factory."

Cheng Youning said: "I am just a three-foot-tall kid, and I will not go back if I can find a place to stay for one night."

How could Mo Haiyao let Cheng Youning sleep here? What did this kid mean? He thought he was not a stupid man, so why couldn't he understand a five-year-old child today?

"Uncle will take you back first and pick you up tomorrow morning."

Cheng Youning said, "That's a lot of trouble, uncle. Where do you live?"

Mo Haiyao said: "My home is a small courtyard house, not far from here."

Cheng Youning said, "I haven't visited Uncle Mo once since he moved to his new home."

"Why don't you come home with me and I'll send someone to inform the Wan family."

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."

In this way, Cheng Youning was successfully brought home by Mo Haiyao.

The Wan family also received a message from Mo Haiyao's men.

Shang Xi began to pace back and forth again, "I didn't expect that he would not only hide at Mo Haiyao's place, but he also had the audacity to follow her home."

Cheng Feng added: "Just go, Brother Mo is not a stranger, he will be back tomorrow, if he doesn't come back I will go pick him up."

Shang Xi started to speak harshly again: "No, I want to see how long this child can go wild. It's better if he never comes back."

Cheng Feng said, "Don't worry about it. I'll pick him up from the kiln tomorrow."

"Don't answer it."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. If I don't want to answer it, then I won't answer it."

……

Cheng Youning arrived at Mo Haiyao's home, and it was indeed a small courtyard, not very big, and there were not many servants serving in the courtyard.

Because there were guests, Mo Haiyao asked their kitchen to prepare some delicious food.

Although Cheng Youning spoke politely, he actually did not consider himself an outsider. He ate the food with great relish, and his little mouth was covered with oil, which Qiao Rong could not help him wipe off.

Seeing him staring at the braised pork, Qiao Rong knew that he wanted to eat the braised pork, so he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a big piece of braised pork for him.

"Qiao Rong, make me two spoonfuls of soup."

"it is good."

The soup looked quite oily, most people couldn't soak it, so Qiao Rong not only gave him more soup, but also rice. During this meal, Cheng Youning ate three small bowls of rice, and he ate a lot of dishes. Mo Haiyao had never eaten a Cheng Youning, no wonder this child grew up so big.

Cheng Youning is small, but sometimes he knows a little about adults' thoughts. He touched his belly and said to Mo Haiyao, "I inherited this from my father. My father has a good appetite, so I eat a lot too. Only by eating more can I grow taller. My father is nine feet tall, so I should not be less than nine feet tall."

Mo Haiyao was amused by Cheng Youning's serious look. He ate a little more food and had to find a good excuse for himself. This kid was really interesting. It was the first time for Mo Haiyao to entertain such a young guest.

"You like to eat red roast pork, uncle will ask the canteen to make it for you tomorrow."

Cheng Youning nodded and said, "The cooking skills of Uncle Mo's cook are really extraordinary. The cooks in the Marquis' Mansion can't make food this delicious."

Looking at the way Cheng Youning eats, this kid must really like it.

"Mr. Cheng, you are so kind. As long as you like it, I will ask the kitchen to make it for you whenever you come."

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."

After dinner, Cheng Youning saw Mo Haiyao drawing a pattern, and Cheng Youning asked, "Uncle Mo, is this a pattern for a teapot?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll draw a few too. I made several objects today. After they're dry, I'll trace the patterns on them."

"Can you paint?"

"Not very well, but I always accompanied my grandfather in drawing patterns for cloth, and I also often saw my mother drawing some patterns for carved railings and jade pillars. I think these are all similar."

As he spoke, he climbed onto a chair, picked up a pen and a piece of paper, and started drawing.

This painting took nearly two hours. Mo Haiyao's arms were sore, but Cheng Youning was still busy painting.

This child is so energetic, how come he doesn't feel tired?

Cheng Youning really paints. For every three paintings Mo Haiyao painted, he was satisfied with one. Cheng Youning actually painted a stack of paintings. Although the quality of his paintings was not high, Cheng Youning was satisfied with every one of them. The main reason was that there was a person named Qiao Rong next to Cheng Youning who flattered him. Qiao Rong nodded and said that every painting Cheng Youning painted was good. Cheng Youning's self-confidence was greatly satisfied, so he painted happily for two hours and had no intention of stopping.

Mo Haiyao just watched Cheng Youning paint with a smile on his face. He also wanted to know how long Cheng Youning's concentration would last. He didn't believe that he could paint until late at night.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the window outside, and Cheng Youning shouted, "Who is it?"

Qiao Rong was so scared that he hugged Cheng Youning. It was obvious that it was not a servant in the house who was knocking on the window. The servants did not dare to knock on the master's window at this time. This was not the way to knock on the window. It was clearly rapid knocking, which made people's heart beat wildly.

Guyu was also scared, "Master, this thing is here again, it can't be a ghost."

Mo Haiyao also looked at the window. He didn't know what was knocking on his window every other day.

Cheng Youning jumped down from the chair, "There are no such things as ghosts. They are all made up to deceive people."

He ran towards the window, but Mo Haiyao said, "Don't go over there. There are two guards outside. You don't have to be afraid."

Cheng Youning said: "I'm not afraid, I think it's you who are afraid."

Cheng Youning walked to the window and pointed to them, "This thing has already climbed up the window and then ran along the back of the house."

"Youning, why are you so sure?"

Cheng Youning said: "I have good ears. When it steps on the tiles on the house, it makes a sound. I can hear the sound and roughly know its walking route."

Qiao Rong asked: "Young Master, what is this?"

"It knocks on the window and climbs up the roof so cleverly. I guess it's a monkey. Uncle Mo's place is remote, so it's not impossible for one or two monkeys to jump out from the mountains looking for food."

Mo Haiyao laughed when he heard it. He had been guessing about it for a long time but had not figured it out. The guards patrolling the yard had not given him a reasonable explanation for many days. As a result, Cheng Youning revealed the truth in just two sentences. At his age, he was no better than a child.

"We thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure out what it was. Today, when Young Master Cheng told me about it, it suddenly became clear to me. Uncle Mo has learned something from it."

Cheng Youning said, "It's normal that Uncle Mo can't guess. My father was born a hunter, and I often go into the mountains to chase pheasants and rabbits, so I know some of the habits of animals."