Group Pet Little Fat Baby: I Have Four Big Daddies

  Chapter 43 Every gift is a bottle

   "Six years old is not the time to play." Xiang Minghou said it as a matter of course, turned around and bought the small animal whistle in his hand.

   "..."

  Ye Qianning was a little confused. After all, being only six years old and being too mature would make people suspicious.

  A street, Xiang Minghou bought whatever was cute when he saw it, and after a while Ye Qianning hugged Xiaodui in his arms.

   "Father, it's almost noon, you haven't chosen a birthday gift yet." Ye Qianning couldn't help reminding.

  Xiang Minghou didn't care, he said while holding on to the hair rope: "Just choose a bottle and send it over."

"bottle?"

   "Yeah, Dad is a military commander, and he doesn't know anything good." Xiang Minghou is the worst at preparing gifts, so no matter whether it is at the border or in the capital, as long as he catches up, he will be a bottle.

  Ye Qianning thought for a while, then reached out and pulled his beard.

   Grinning to Minghou and lowering his head: "What's wrong with my daughter?"

   "Father, let's not choose these, or else I'll choose the birthday gift for the Helian Palace."

  Xiang Minghou's eyes sparkled: "Okay, okay."

   "Then can we send these things back home first, I can hardly hold them anymore." Ye Qianning rubbed his chin against the objects in his hand.

   "Come here." Xiang Minghou's voice fell, and a handsome young man appeared next to them.

   "General."

   "Send these things to the General's Mansion."

   "Yes." Brother Jinzhuang reached out to block the object in Ye Qianning's arms.

   "Father, this man is really good at martial arts."

  Ye Qianning had long noticed that there were people around Xiang Minghou, there seemed to be around four of them, all of whom were very skilled.

   "What's the point of this, father will send you some stronger than him someday."

   "Thank you dad." Ye Qianning was extremely excited.

  Xiang Minghou met that smiling little face, his heart softened, and he suddenly sighed how could such a cute female doll be his daughter!

  There are many jade and antique shops on the street. Ye Qianning is very familiar with antiques, so she can tell at a glance, and she can tell what it is when she touches it.

   After visiting several stores, there was nothing Ye Qianning was satisfied with. Are there so few good things in a place as big as the capital?

  The shopkeeper said that there are some good things that have been reserved by various nobles a month ago, and they are just for Prince Helian's birthday.

  Many of the masters behind the scenes of these shops are in power, and they have kept good things in their hands beforehand, and they can still be sold in the shop.

   "Otherwise, let's just buy a bottle." Seeing her frowning, Xiang Minghou couldn't help but said.

  Speaking of the bottle, Ye Qianning really saw a suitable one. The mouth of the blue and white porcelain bottle has a circle of special patterns.

   "That's fine, just that one." She thought for a while and pointed to the vase on the shelf.

  The shopkeeper looked at it and was both surprised and delighted: "I didn't expect this lady to be as smart as pearls. This is the best blue and white porcelain in our store."

  Xiang Minghou didn't understand, but he was very happy when he heard someone praise his daughter, and he would pay any money with a big wave of his hand.

  The shopkeeper packed the bottle, and Xiang Minghou walked out of the shop with the baby in one hand and the gift in the other.

  As soon as they left, the curtain behind the shop was lifted. Gu Shuo walked back and walked out, looking outside the door with complicated eyes.

   "Master, didn't you want to keep that bottle and give it to Empress De Fei?" the follower asked.

  The shopkeeper was a little taken aback when he heard this question: "Master, that bottle..."

   "That's all." Gu Shuo withdrew his gaze.

  How could a six-year-old doll recognize these things? It’s nothing more than a blind cat meeting a dead mouse. It’s not a bottle to give gifts to Marquis Ming!

  (end of this chapter)