Bai Zhi’er, with her little head lowered, looked absolutely adorable.
Bai Daoyan looked at her again and again.
He just felt how lucky he was to have such a cute little sister.
Before long, Bai Zhi’er finished writing.
"Fourth Brother, look!"
Bai Daoyan took it from her.
He glanced at it, somewhat surprised: "Is this the recipe for roasted potatoes?"
Bai Zhi’er nodded: "This piece of paper, Brother, you take it back, have people copy it over a hundred times and that should be enough!"
"Then, have people distribute these papers, let those who sell roasted potatoes know, and that should be fine."
Bai Daoyan hesitated slightly but immediately understood.
He smiled and said, "Zhi’er, you truly are bright and clever, how much silver do you plan to sell this recipe for?"
"Sell?" Bai Zhi’er blinked her long, thick eyelashes, her soft little voice like milk: "I’m not selling it!"
"It’s to share with everyone. Since they all like to eat it, I’ll teach them how to make it better without charging them!"
Bai Daoyan was stunned for a moment.
In his understanding, there had never been a time when one would give without expecting something in return.
He thought Bai Zhi’er intended to use this recipe to make money.
After all, the recipe was written very meticulously.
It even suggested which spices to add to make the roasted potatoes more fragrant.
It turned out, it wasn’t about making money.
But just so more people could enjoy delicious food?
Looking at his sister’s big, black, and clear eyes.
Bai Daoyan suddenly understood.
He was accustomed to the exchange of benefits.
But he forgot that children see the world with pure kindness.
Though young, his sister possessed a transparent, pure heart.
He patted Bai Zhi’er’s little head.
"Don’t worry, Zhi’er, Fourth Brother will remember what you’ve asked."
Even if no silver is charged, he wanted everyone to know the grace of the Princess.
Bai Daoyan placed the paper written by Bai Zhi’er into his sleeve.
After lunch, Bai Daoyan sent Bai Zhi’er back to the palace.
Meanwhile, the Eldest Heir, Bai Xuanmo, finally learned where the fourth son had taken his sister.
But when he arrived at Bai Daoyan’s antique shop, he was told by the waiter—
"An hour ago, Grandpa Bai took Master Zhi away."
Bai Xuanmo’s beautiful cold brows furrowed heavily.
Did Little Ball run away again?
With dissatisfaction, he looked at the waiter: "What do you call the Princess? Master Zhi?"
The waiter gave a dry smile: "It’s the Princess who orders us to call her that."
Bai Xuanmo pressed his thin lips together.
"Got it, if your boss asks, just say Lord Mo was here!"
With that said, he strode away with his people.
Watching Bai Xuanmo’s departing back, the waiter scratched his head in confusion.
What on earth was happening today?
All those from noble families, acting like lords.
Zheng Jin took a leave of absence, not going to work for the day.
He stayed by the side of his daughter who had suddenly fallen seriously ill, not leaving her side for a moment.
"Moxin, come, drink the medicine, only by drinking it can you recover quickly."
Zheng Jin looked at his daughter’s emaciated, yellowed face, full of heartache.
He held the brown medicine, helping Zheng Moxin sit up.
Yet, at the mere smell of the bitter medicine, Zheng Moxin flew into a rage!
She knocked the medicine bowl over!
The liquid spilled all over the brocade quilt.
Scalding her hand just right.
Zheng Moxin cried out in anger.
"I don’t want to take medicine! I hate being sick! I hate it so much!"
Zheng Jin quickly held her to comfort her as the servant came to clean up the soaked quilt.
He soothed her: "Moxin, be good~ if you don’t take your medicine, you can’t get better. It’s a bit bitter, but just endure it."
Strangely enough, two doctors had come today.
Yet neither could determine what acute illness Zheng Moxin had suddenly developed!
Not only was she groggy with illness, but occasionally she would even mumble nonsense!
It was so that after her little tantrum, she again fell into a sleepy daze in Zheng Jin’s arms.
Zheng Jin was anxious beyond measure!
He could only put Zheng Moxin back on the bed and cover her with a newly brought quilt.
Afterward, he instructed the maid: "Take good care of the young lady!"
After leaving, Zheng Jin went directly to the underground secret room.
There, he faced a bloodied man and fiercely interrogated—
"I’ll ask you one more time, where exactly is the Bodhi Pearl! If you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you today!"