"Sister Ye Wan, can we make a shoulder pole?"
"Sister Ye Wan, I want to sit in a basket."
"Sister Ye Wan..."
The snow mountain isn't like the woods; there are no leaves to pick, no flowers to gather.
Everywhere you look is bleak, nothing interesting to see, and certainly nothing fun to do.
Five adorable kids with their short legs had climbed for ten to twenty minutes, and now, with cute grimaces, they gathered around Ye Wan to start making requests.
Ye Wan spread her hands, "But we don't have bamboo to make a shoulder pole, nor vines to make a net bag..."
However, the little ones weren't easily fooled.
"Sister Ye Wan surely has a way!"
"Yeah, Sister Ye Wan can do anything, come on, think of a way..."
"Sister Ye Wan, you're the prettiest, you're the most adorable little fairy in the world, please please..."
The kids were being coquettish and cute, the scene was very harmonious.
