Seeing Fan Dudu waving at him, the Third Master didn't have time to think about it. He followed Yun Mian and walked into the yard of Old Yun's house.

"Dad, this is the burden, the grandson of grandma's sister. The distinguished guest who came to our village today is grandma's sister."

A burden!

When the Third Master heard Fen Dudu address him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"My name is Chu Yu, not Burden."

The third master leaned close to Yunmian and whispered corrections in her ear.

Yun Mian turned her head and gave him a look with her moist eyes. She pouted her pink lips and said, "You still call me Pinky, and I call you a burden. Now we're even."

Xiao Sanye: "Pink is a positive word, and drag is a negative word, how can we be fair?"

Yun Mian pretended not to understand the praise or criticism, blinked her big wet eyes, and looked at the Third Master with confusion.

“What are the positive words and what are the negative words?”

Faced with the innocent and curious little girl, the third master suddenly looked helpless.

What's the point of a thirteen-year-old man arguing with an ignorant six-year-old child?

"If you like to call me that, then call me that."

Ever since his parents died in a car accident, he has indeed become a burden to his uncle.

"Hello uncle, my name is To..."

The always clever and smart Third Master was led astray by Yun Mian's few words. When introducing himself, he almost told Yun Yongcheng that his name was a burden.

"My name is Chu Yu, and my grandmother's surname is Jiang. More than 20 years ago, my grandmother worked in Xiushui Village and was a good friend of Grandma Yun."

"So he's Aunt Rumeng's grandson."

Over the years, Mei Cuiping had been talking about Jiang Rumeng at home from time to time. Although Yun Yongcheng had never seen Jiang Rumeng, he was very familiar with her. When he heard what the Third Master said, he immediately guessed that the Third Master was Jiang Rumeng's grandson.

"Hello, little friend Chu Yu, welcome to our home."

Yun Yongcheng wiped his hands on his boxer shorts, then extended a hand to the Third Master with enthusiasm.

“…”

Can you please not add the three words "little friend"?

Mei Cuiping pushed Mrs. Chu's wheelchair in and frowned when she saw her son standing in the yard with his bare chest and wearing shorts.

"Yongcheng, your Aunt Rumeng is here. How can you be so shirtless? Hurry up and go into the house and put on a coat."

"Hello, Aunt Rumeng."

Yun Yongcheng simply said hello to Madam Chu and ran back to the house.

The conversation between my mother and Madam Chu came from behind.

Madam Chu: "This is Yongcheng, he is handsome, tall and handsome, a good-looking young man."

"You're so silly! You're twenty years old and still haven't married."

After hearing his mother's comments on him, Yun Yongcheng almost stumbled when he walked in.

Madam Chu: "Xiao Pingzi, you are too modest. I think Yongcheng looks a lot like Aiguo when he was young. When Aiguo was young, he was a famous handsome man in the production team. Otherwise, how could you marry Aiguo?"

"I'm just being blinded by greed. Yongcheng's silly look is just like his father's."

Just as Mei Cuiping finished speaking, a clanging sound was heard from the kitchen.

The conversation between Mei Cuiping and Old Madam Chu was heard in the kitchen. Yun Aiguo was about to put down his spatula and go out to greet the guests, but when he heard what Mei Cuiping said, he was so depressed that he dropped the spatula in his hand.

Doesn’t he have any face?