Feng Yun calmly finished writing, causing Xiaoman, who had already recognized a few characters, to be greatly astonished. She stared at their family's girl with a face flushed red with embarrassment.
By this time, Azuo and Ayou had finished eating. The two youngsters bounded over, not seeing their brother, and without even asking, appeared exceedingly happy, as if they were birds that had just been released from a cage. They surrounded Feng Yun, curiously examining her.
One said, "Aunt, you're really pretty."
One said, "Aunt, you are prettier than Uncle."
One said, "Eldest Brother isn't as pretty as Aunt."
One said, "The dog in our house isn't as pretty as Aunt either."
Feng Yun: ...
Comparisons couldn't go on any further.
If they kept on comparing, even the mice in their house might not be as pretty as her.
Feng Yun, with a stern face, asked, "How did you two get here?"
Azuo replied, "We came by carriage."
