On the second day, before dawn.
Bai Zhi'er was awakened by the sound of pouring rain outside the window.
It was also at this time that she heard soft murmurs at the doorway—it was Chu Ping and Qingmei talking—
"Xiao Mei, you've made so many buns? Wow, they're all hot!"
"I accidentally made too many, originally intended for the Princess, but there's too many, the Princess can't finish them, so take four with you!"
Bai Zhi'er turned over, bubbles of confusion rising in her mind.
Last night, Sister Qingmei said she would cook small wontons for her, didn't she?
How did they become buns?
Chu Ping took a bite and exclaimed with surprise, "It's actually my favorite cloud mushroom meat filling!"
Qingmei softly scolded him, "Keep your voice down, if you wake the Princess, see how I'll deal with you."
Chu Ping chuckled softly, "Thank you, Xiao Mei, scolding me while caring for me, I feel I like you even more today."
