Xiao Yu'er, who had been in school for a day, was already shaking her head and saying a few words that went along the lines of, "People are hypocrites." Lin Wanwan happily hugged her and kissed her twice. She praised, "My Xiao Yu'er is the best!"
Xiao Yu'er giggled, her face filled with pride.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the big aristocrats in Chang'an city would hold a winter melon banquet. Lin Wanwan decided to arrange something similar in the village.
This was the first time Xiao Yu'er ever laid eyes on a winter melon, and she was extremely excited.
Lin Wanwan had specially bought these watermelons from the modern world yesterday. They were definitely top-grade. In Chang'an, it was a treasure that could be offered as a tribute to the Emperor.
The second door leading to the school had already been closed, but the western door of Lin Wanwan's courtyard was still open, making it convenient for the clansmen to visit.