The children of the Ye Family all had delicate features, which they inherited from Mrs. He in her youth; without a good appearance, Mrs. He's fiery temperament wouldn't have kept Old Man Ye devoted all these years.
"Our little Qingzhi is really pretty."
Ye Jiu had just finished putting it on Qingzhi and casually complimented her, making the young girl's face turn red.
However, her blush clearly indicated happiness.
Then, Ye Jiu turned around and saw Ye Qinghua standing at the doorway of the main house, watching them.
Ye Jiu immediately waved her hand, "Qinghua, come here, your aunt bought you and Qingzhi bead flowers from the county. Come and see if you like them!"
Ye Qinghua's face turned slightly red, "Aunt, you got one for me too?"
She had felt quite unhappy when she first saw Ye Jiu putting a bead flower on Qinghua, but now, she felt embarrassed about her pettiness.
