Wen Wan followed Lin Xiaoyue into the room.
Amuer was hiding behind a large crackled glaze floor vase. When he heard footsteps, he cautiously peeked out, only to meet Lin Xiaoyue's gaze, and quickly pulled back, standing still.
As a descendant of the Jiuli Clan, the two-year-old little guy was highly vigilant. When faced with a group of strangers whose language he didn't understand, he was well aware of the power disparity, so he chose to hide immediately.
Even the loud crying outside earlier was a way for him to protect himself.
Seeing that he refused to come out, Lin Xiaoyue asked Jin Zhi to bring sticky rice balls and milk from the kitchen.
The milk was served in a wide-mouthed, double-handled clay pot. Lin Xiaoyue used iron tongs to stir the fiery coals in the wind stove and placed the pot on top. Soon, the fragrance of milk spread everywhere.
The little guy hiding behind the floor vase swallowed his saliva greedily, but was still unwilling to come out.
