In the Chaoyang Hall, the three little black eggs also planned to go to bed. They finished their meal and took a shower with Sikong Ye's help. Sikong Ye looked at his little masterpiece in satisfaction, but the three little black eggs, who were wrapped in a bath towel like a little silkworm cocoon, did not even have the strength to roll their eyes.
They had wrapped themselves in a bath towel more than thirty times. Was it the ancestor who brought them, or were they the ones who brought the ancestor?
Also, they were three years old, not three months. Did he need to wrap them up like Aunt Yanran's little brother?
The three little black eggs were wrapped tightly like newborn babies. Sikong Ye happily carried the three of them to his room and got someone to snatch Yanran's son's cradle and place the three eggs in it.
