Frowning, she said, "Nine, it's winter now, if your clothes get wet, you'll catch a cold. If you want to lie down, wait until the blanket is laid out, OK?"
"O, K!" The little girl blinked, her cute face flushed. She turned to look at the five middle-aged maids, and shouted repeatedly, "Auntie, Auntie, lay out the blanket, lay out the blanket!..."
Seeing her impatient look, Tara Summer walked up and patted her head, saying, "Let's walk a little further ahead. There must be more beautiful scenery ahead. Then we'll lay out the blanket and let the aunties barbecue, okay?"
"Okay..." Nine nodded obediently, then bounced forward.
Tara Summer's eyes showed affection. She held onto the man's hand, and the two quickly followed.
