It was Yin Mingyu who took away the rope, led the lamb back to the tree, squatted next to it, fed it a handful of grass, and watched it eat before going over.

Xie Ce was a child with a forgetful nature, and his attention was quickly attracted by Chu He’s hand.

When the aroma of roasted lamb spread, Xie Ce’s little nose moved and he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.

After the mutton was roasted, the tenderest plate of meat was sliced ​​and sent to the Zhuangzi. Then Chu He sliced ​​another plate and brought it to Xie Qin.

Xie Qin didn’t eat it, but served it to Yin Mingyu first.

Yin Mingyu saw Xie Ce’s eyes widening, smiled at him, put the plate behind herself, and waved her hands behind her.

Jin’er immediately handed over a plate of roasted duck.

Yin Mingyu brought it in front of herself, handed it to Xie Ce, and said seriously: “Eat it.”

Xie Ce held the plate with both hands, his eyes full of confusion: “Roast lamb?”

Yin Mingyu nodded firmly, “Yes, it’s roast lamb.”

Xie Ce looked at the meat on the plate that looked different from before, with a blank look on his face.

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Yin Mingyu picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. Xie Ce ate it deliciously and immediately stopped delving into it. As soon as he saw the little lamb, he went over with the plate to share the delicious food.

The little lamb, contrary to its previous gentleness, bleated at Xie Ce a few times, rubbed its hooves on the ground, put its head on Xie Ce’s chest, and pushed him out.

Xie Ce took a few steps back, but still couldn’t stabilize his body. He fell backwards, his flesh scattered all over the floor, and he stretched his limbs like a little turtle with its legs in the air.

The nursemaid hurriedly stepped forward to help. Xie Ce stood up, feeling extremely aggrieved, and ran back to find Yin Mingyu.

“Bring me a bottle of wine.”

Yin Mingyu looked at the wine flask that Jin’er brought with great interest, while she drank from it while enjoying herself.

Near the fire, the sheep continued to roast. Chu He sliced ​​off two more plates of meat, gave one to Yin Mingrui, and gave the other to the maid, who gave it to the Fourth lady.

Then Chu He cleaned his hands and drank wine, played the harp and flute with Xie Qin.

The sound of Chu He’s flute was as cheerful as his own personality, and the sound of Xie Qin’s piano gradually became more cheerful in harmony.

Autumn is just the right season.

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