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The sightseeing bus was parked on the main road on the east side of the courtyard.

Yunmiao jumped out of the car.

"Uncle Zhang, you can go back first. I'll explore on my own."

She turned back and waved to Butler Zhang, then looked towards the east wing viewing corridor where her legs had gone weak from walking so much the last time she visited.

"How impressive!"

Walking along the corridor, her legs were so weak she could practically uproot a willow tree.

I passed by those Podocarpus macrophyllus trees.

She squatted down and touched the tree roots with a smile.

"So luxurious."

As you continue walking, your view suddenly opens up.

The huge artificial lake came into view, its waters a deep blue, shimmering in the sunlight.

"Wow, they really know how to dig!"

Yunmiao stood by the lake, hands on her hips, and sincerely praised.

"It's so spacious and large, just looking at it makes me feel good!"

Several swans are swimming gracefully on the water, their necks bent into perfect arcs.

He still didn't glance at her.

"That's not a swan, that's a princess!"

"Gah!" A loud cry suddenly came from the side.

Yunmiao turned her head to look.

The goose she had caught was standing on a rock by the lake, looking up at her.

The red string around her neck was still there, only now it was tied in a pretty bow.

Clearly, this is a new look that Uncle Zhang gave it.

Yunmiao stared at the goose for a moment, then quickly called out in the direction of the swan.

"Princesses, please rest assured, even if I raise geese, I'll dig a new hole next to them; I'll never steal your territory!"

"You are princesses, and it's just a... um... a performer goose."

The goose let out a "quack," seemingly dissatisfied with the name.

"Princesses, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you again tomorrow!"

The swans ignored her.

The goose, however, let out another "quack," as if to bid them farewell.

Continuing forward, not far away, Yunmiao saw the grassy area on higher ground.

The last time she came, the place had been dug into rows of pits, and she thought it was a waste of money.

Now every pit has been planted with trees, their branches straight and their tender buds just beginning to sprout.

She leaned closer to take a look and was stunned.

It was... a peach tree!

She stared at the row of peach trees for a long time, and patted the thin trunks before leaving.

"It's alright, only slightly worse than Granny Hua's."

When she turned around, the corners of her mouth were turned up.

After passing the lawn, the glass conservatory that looked like a crystal palace came into view.

Inside the greenhouse, the yellow azaleas were in full bloom.

They clustered together, like a golden sea.

No wonder the colorful flowers I saw inside last time were being cleaned up.

As Yunmiao stood at the entrance of the greenhouse, she suddenly recalled that summer that could never be returned to.

Grandma sat beside the flowers, fanning her with a palm-leaf fan...

"Plop." A drop of water fell onto a petal.

She quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and muttered something.

"The ventilation in this greenhouse isn't very good; the fumes are making my eyes water."

Several gardeners who were watering the flowers nearby looked up and glanced around in confusion.

The ventilation is... quite good.

Yunmiao stood up, looked around the entire greenhouse, and suddenly opened her arms.

"Ah! My kingdom, my people, from this day forward, I will treat you well!"

The gardeners fell silent.

A faint laugh came from the west side of the greenhouse.

Yunmiao turned her head to look over.

At the end of a path strewn with white pebbles, there is a clearing partially enclosed by a trellis of wisteria.

The ground was paved with light gray stone slabs, with fine moss growing in the cracks.

In the very center was a large painting table, on which painting tools were neatly arranged.

A wooden easel was set up next to the painting table.

A blank sheet of drawing paper is clipped to the drawing board, as if waiting for someone to make the first stroke.

Under the wisteria trellis, there are two rattan chairs with a neatly folded, milky-white blanket draped over their backs.

A low table stood in the middle of the chairs, on which sat a tea set and a kettle of boiling water.

Sheng Yinian sat in one of the rattan chairs.

Holding a teapot, he was pouring tea into the fairness cup.

The tea soup is amber in color, with delicate white steam rising gently.

Yun Miao jogged over and sat down opposite him.

She draped a thin blanket over her knees and tilted her head to look at him.

"Sir, what are you doing at my house? When are you planning to go home?"

Sheng Yinian glanced at her, said nothing, and pushed the poured tea in front of her.

Yunmiao was thirsty after walking around for a while.

She picked up the teacup, took a few sips, and put it down.

Why aren't you saying anything?

After waiting for a while, seeing that he still didn't speak, she leaned forward.

"I am a thoughtful person. If you don't answer me, I will figure out an answer myself."

"Emmm..." She thought about it seriously for a moment, and then her eyes suddenly lit up.

"I understand. You're planning to leave after lunch."

After saying that, he took off running.

"Wait here, I'll go stew a goose for you."

Sheng Yinian watched that hurried figure disappear into the distance, a smile unconsciously curving his lips, tinged with a hint of helplessness.

After a long while, he got up and walked to the chair opposite him.

He picked up the thin blanket that had almost fallen to the ground, folded it neatly, and draped it back over the chair.

Then, he lifted his foot and left.

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"Uncle Zhang, let's have stewed goose for lunch, I'll make it."

After saying that, Yunmiao ran upstairs to change her clothes.

After running a couple of steps, she turned back and added another sentence.

"It wasn't me who caught that one. I found a disobedient one, the kind that always chases after people and peeps at them."

As a seasoned foodie, she would never give up stewed goose for the sake of a goose.

She has loved penguins since she was a child, but she has never been able to keep one as a pet.

Let's raise a goose then, since we're all geese anyway.

"Okay, Miss Yun, I'll go find a goose that likes to peck at people right away."

After finishing his sentence, Butler Zhang turned and left.

Yunmiao changed into her pajamas, tied her hair into a bun, and went downstairs.

Actually, she doesn't like cooking at all, and she has never cooked before.

My only experience was watching my mother cook.

However, having received such a generous gift today, I should at least do something in return.

Let's stew a goose then.

Although the goose wasn't hers, the sentiment was hers.

Inside the kitchen, Lao Pang prepared the goose pieces and thoughtfully prepared the side dishes.

Yunmiao tied on her apron and rolled up her sleeves.

"Uncle Pang, please leave. What's about to happen isn't suitable for professionals to watch."

Old Pang hesitated for a moment, then retreated to the kitchen doorway, but didn't go far.

Yunmiao heated the wok, poured in oil, grabbed a handful of scallions and ginger, and threw them in.

Ok?

Why doesn't it "sizzle"?

She poured in the goose pieces, along with all the seasonings Lao Pang had prepared, stirred them a few times, and added water.

Finally, he put down the shovel, clapped his hands, and nodded in satisfaction.

"The rest is up to time."

Old Pang peeked into the pot, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Forty minutes later, the lid was lifted.

Yunmiao gave a piece to herself, Butler Zhang, and Uncle Pang.

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Pang, the fumes here are too strong and affect our taste buds. Let's go outside and try something else."

The three of them carried their bowls and walked outside.

When they arrived in the living room, they ran into Sheng Yinian coming down the stairs.

"Sheng Yunian." Yun Miao ran over with a bowl in her hand and eagerly held it out to him. "Try it, I made this!"

Sheng Yinian stopped and looked down at the dark red goose meat, saying nothing.

He lowered his head and took a bite of her hand.

Yunmiao stared intently at his expression.

"How is it?"

Butler Zhang and Old Pang followed.

Three people, six eyes, all staring at him.

"This goose..." Sheng Yinian's gaze swept over the three of them, finally settling on Yun Miao's face, "It didn't deserve to die."