Little Ni Yun nodded, "Yes, my name is Ni Yun, the ’Yun’ from my sister’s ’Ni Yun’."
"Yunyun is awesome," Du Jiaojiao pinched Little Ni Yun’s face, "Will you give your big sister a kiss?"
"Sure!" Little Ni Yun kissed Du Jiaojiao fiercely.
A while later, Du Jiaojiao realized that Ni Yang wasn’t home, "Grandma, where is Yangyang? Is Yangyang not home?"
Madam Shangguan said, "She was just here! She disappeared in the blink of an eye!"
As soon as she finished speaking, there was noise at the door, "Granny! Grandma! I’m back."
Ni Yang pushed the door open, carrying two big fat fish in her hands, her clear face smeared with a drop of mud, like a stroke of thick ink mistakenly entering clear water, which, far from looking awkward, added a touch of charm.
She wore no shoes, her trouser legs rolled up to her calves, revealing a segment of her fair and lovely leg.
Seeing the guests in the house, Ni Yang exclaimed in surprise, "Big Brother Du, Sister Jiaojiao, how come you’re here!"
Du Jiaojiao said with a smile, "Why? Aren’t you happy to see us?"
Ni Yang smiled slightly, "How could that be? I couldn’t be happier! Have a seat, I’ll take the fish to the kitchen."
"I’ll go with you," Du Jiaojiao linked her arm with Ni Yang’s.
"Okay," Ni Yang nodded her head and led Du Jiaojiao to the kitchen.
After delivering the fish to the kitchen, Ni Yang washed her feet under the garden tap, found a pair of slippers to put on, and casually washed her face.
Du Jiaojiao said, "Yangyang, your house decoration is really nice. I heard from your grandma that you designed it yourself."
Ni Yang nodded, "I did design it myself. Initially, it was just for fun; I didn’t expect the outcome to be this appealing."
Perhaps finding the room stuffy, Old Du and Wang Ziqi came to sit down by the small stone table in the yard.
Madam Zheng brought some pastries and tea.
Old Du stood up and said, "You’re too polite!"
Madam Zheng smiled, "There’s no need for politeness. Just relax, Old Du and Xiaodu."
When Du Jiaojiao saw the mung bean cakes on the plate, her brow twitched with worry, because Old Du doesn’t eat legumes—he surely wouldn’t embarrass an elderly lady, would he?
Just as Du Jiaojiao felt anxious, she saw Old Du take a piece of mung bean cake and taste it, "It tastes very good; this must be homemade, right?"
Madam Zheng smiled, "Exactly, Yangyang just made them yesterday. They’re very fresh."
Seeing this, Du Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Old Du didn’t make the old lady feel awkward; otherwise, it would have been embarrassing.
"Plop!"
Just then, a small bird landed on Old Du’s shoulder, "You little rascal, you’ve come!"
"Are you still holding grudges? Can’t you change the nickname?" Old Du took out a grain of bird food from his pocket to feed Duoduo.
Duoduo pecked at the bird food, "Du Chengfeng! Du Chengfeng! My name is Du Chengfeng!"
Old Du: "..."
Du Jiaojiao was stunned.
How did Duoduo know Old Du’s real name?
After all, in the entire ten-mile port, the number of people who know Old Du’s real name did not exceed ten!
This was really bizarre!
Old Du actually told his name to a bird...
If those outside found out, wouldn’t they be furious?
"Little bastard, want more to eat!" Duoduo pecked at Old Du boldly.
Little Ni Yun ran over from not far away, panting, and said to Old Du, "Brother, your name is really strange! That’s what my grandpa calls people when he curses."
Old Du kept smiling: "..." On the surface, grinning from ear to ear; inside, swearing a streak!
"Haha!" Du Jiaojiao couldn’t help but burst into laughter, holding her stomach.
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