Yuan Jiaqi carried the basket. Qiao Mai gently patted the little girl's head, smiled, and then turned around and went back to the inn with her husband.
Using a large basin, Qiao Mai picked out the good fruits, cleaned them, and the two sat face to face eating.
"Poor children become mature early. These fruits are quite good."
"Do you want to adopt her?"
"No. What about her grandmother at home if we do that?"
"I thought my wife had softened her heart."
"I like hardworking, kind, and simple kids. I'm willing to give them some luck."
Yuan Jiaqi was taken aback, recalling her pat on the little girl's head just now. "I see."
As evening fell, the rain continued, but the emperor and empress took a nap and were in good spirits. Qiao Mai shared the fruits with them, and the rest went to the guards and servants.
It rained all night and cleared by dawn.
