Seeing Fendudu waving to him, the mistress didn't think much and followed Yun Mian into the courtyard of Lao Yun's house.
"Dad, this is Tuoyouping, the grandson of grandma's old sister. The distinguished guests who came to our village today are grandma's old sisters."
Drag the oil bottle!
Hearing Fendudu call him, the corner of the mistress's mouth twitched slightly.
"My name is Chu Yu, not Tuoyou Ping."
The mistress leaned close to Yun Mian and whispered in Yun Mian's ear to correct him.
Yun Mian turned his head, rolled his eyes at him with wet eyes, and said with a slight curl of his pink mouth: "You still call me Fendudu, but I call you Tuoyoupin, and we are even."
Already."
Mistress: "Pink is a complimentary word, and oil bottle is a derogatory word. How can we make it even?"
Yun Mian pretended not to understand the praise and criticism, blinked his big wet eyes, and looked at the mistress with doubts.
"What are the words that are positive and what are the words that are negative?"
Facing the innocent and curious little girl, the mistress suddenly looked helpless.
What's the deal between a thirteen-year-old man and a six-year-old ignorant child?
"If you like to be called that, then call it that."
Since his parents died in a car accident, he has indeed become the third uncle's support.
"Hello, uncle, my name is Tuo..."
The always smart mistress was led away by Yun Mian's few words. When introducing himself, he almost told Yun Yongcheng that his name was Tuoyoupin.
"My name is Chu Yu, and my grandmother's surname is Jiang. Twenty years ago, my grandmother joined the team in Xiushui Village, and she and Grandma Yun are good sisters."
"It turns out he is Aunt Rumeng's grandson."
Over the years, Mei Cuiping has talked about Jiang Rumeng at home from time to time. Although Yun Yongcheng has never met Jiang Rumeng, he is very familiar with Jiang Rumeng. Hearing what the mistress said, he suddenly became familiar with Jiang Rumeng.
Guessed that the mistress was Jiang Rumeng’s grandson.
"Hello, little Chu Yu, welcome to our home."
Yun Yongcheng wiped his hands on his boxer briefs, and then extended a hand to the mistress with a warm expression.
"..."
Can you not add the three words "child"?
Mei Cuiping pushed Mrs. Chu's wheelchair in and frowned when she saw her son standing in the yard shirtless and wearing big pants.
"Yongcheng, your Aunt Rumeng is here. What do you mean when you are shirtless? Hurry up and put on a coat."
"Hello Aunt Rumeng."
Yun Yongcheng said a simple hello to Mrs. Chu and ran back to the house.
The conversation between my mother and Mrs. Chu came from behind.
Mrs. Chu: "This is Yongcheng. He is tall and handsome, and he is a good young man."
"You are a fool. You are twenty years old and you still haven't married a wife."
Hearing his mother's comments about him, Yun Yongcheng almost stumbled when he entered the door.
Mrs. Chu: "Xiao Pingting, you are too modest. I think this kid Yongcheng looks very much like Aiguo when he was young. When Aiguo was young, he was a well-known handsome young man in the production team. Otherwise, how could you marry Aiguo?"
."
"Aren't I blinded by lard? Yongcheng's naive appearance is just like his father."
As soon as Mei Cuiping finished speaking, there was a clang in the kitchen.
The conversation between Mei Cuiping and Mrs. Chu was heard in the kitchen. Yun Aiguo was about to put down the spatula and go out to greet the guests. When he heard Mei Cuiping's words, he was so depressed that he dropped the spatula in his hand.
Doesn’t he want to lose face?
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