Chapter 75 The Little Kid Figured It Out
A smile he had never shown before radiated from the little boy's face. Yunxia pinched his cheek and said, "Good boy, wait here, I'll cut you some melon."
After saying that, he winked at Feng Jingling, but just as he reached the door, he heard the little boy's firm voice behind him.
"Sister Xiaxia, how could the young boss not be there for the opening of Chao'an Supermarket?"
"An'an, does that mean you're going tomorrow too?"
"Um!"
"Big brother, watch over An'an, I'm going to tell Aunt Wu the good news."
She ran to the kitchen, leaned against the doorway, and affectedly flicked her bangs to attract the attention of the two people inside.
"Did you get your brain squeezed in a door? Are you having a fit?"
She rolled her eyes at Jiang Chao, puffed out her chest, and said arrogantly, "An'an just said that she'll go to the opening ceremony with us tomorrow."
Snap!
Wu Lifang was so excited she could barely hold the spatula. "Xiaxia, you can't joke like that!"
"Aunt Wu, I'm not joking!"
His expression was serious, his tone steady, and he didn't seem to be faking it. He lost all interest in cooking the vegetables in the pot, staggered to the door, his eyes filled with tears, and said, "Xiaxia, how...how did you do that!"
"Naturally, it's all thanks to my clever mind, I am..."
After listening to the whole process of 'coaxing', Wu Lifang smiled with relief, "Whether it's true or false, as long as An'an can live a normal life, that's all that matters."
"Yunxia, you're deceiving me!"
"You stinky Jiang Chao, that's not true at all! The world is vast and full of wonders. What humanity has explored is just the tip of the iceberg. How do you know that the stars in the sky aren't Uncle Jiang's incarnations?"
Jiang Chao knew about the space's fertile fields, and for a moment, he couldn't think of a retort. He could only get up, walk around to the stove, pick up the spatula, and with a ferocious expression, he used the lightest touch.
"Ah Chao, An'an is just starting to show signs of getting close, don't you dare let it slip, or else... you'll get a beating!"
"Ha! You can fool them for a while, but not forever!"
“Different age groups have different ways of thinking. When An'an grows up and knows more, she will naturally understand.”
"Hmph! Sophistry!"
"Ah Chao, I'm begging you, please."
Her husband passed away, her eldest son was lame, and her second son suffered from mental illness. No matter how strong she was, she could not withstand one blow after another.
Thump!
The boy narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the potato shreds that kept dripping down. "Okay, Mom, I promise you, I won't expose the lie, but... I will never participate in the deception."
After saying that, he scooped up a ladle of water and, with a stern face, extinguished the fire in the stove.
Wu Lifang was just starting to feel touched when she was stunned by his actions. When she went over to take a look, she was immediately taken aback.
"May everything go smoothly. Tomorrow is a joyous day. We can worry about replacing the iron pot later."
Yunxia raised an eyebrow and strode forward. She saw that the iron pot had a hole the size of a fist, and potato shreds were still hanging sporadically on the wall of the hole.
"Tsk tsk, Jiang Chao, as expected of the kitchen killer, his lethality... tsk tsk!"
"Ugh! That shopkeeper is so greedy, selling fake pots. I'll definitely confront him tomorrow and make sure he gives me a refund and compensation."
Haha! It's obvious that he used too much force, yet he's trying to shift the blame to the shop owner.
"Boss Li is an honest man, Ah Chao, don't cheat him. Just spend another 10 yuan and buy one bite! Luckily, the shredded potatoes are the last dish. Xiaxia, come on, let's serve the dishes together."
It felt wonderful to have someone chime in. He gave someone a defiant look, picked up the plate, and happily walked towards the main room.
At the dinner table, Xiao Jiang'an once again expressed his desire to attend the opening ceremony. Wu Lifang was overjoyed and kept piling food onto his plate, feeding him until his belly was round and full.
After lunch, Feng Jingling and Jiang An stayed behind, while the rest of the group went to the shop to get busy.
In the evening, several straw mats were laid out in the courtyard, and a few people lay down to look at the stars.
Xiao Jiang'an's eyes lit up as he counted the stars one by one, occasionally asking Yun Xia if the one he was pointing to was his father.
"An'an, there's a telepathic connection between father and son. You need to find your dad; no one else can help you!"
The little baby's eyelashes trembled slightly as she crawled over to her brother, clinging to him and asking, "Where is Daddy?"
Jiang Chao, growing impatient with the nagging, casually pointed to one, "Look, that one, it's Dad's incarnation."
"Waaah, brother, it's true! What Sister Xiaxia said was all true. Father and son are of one heart. An'an had already decided on that one in her heart, and now you've also set your sights on that one. Waaah, Dad, An'an has finally found you."
Although his words were somewhat incoherent, the boy extracted the key information: the two of them both took a liking to a star, and their gazes toward that star gradually changed from displeasure to longing.
Perhaps, just as the little drama queen said, after her father passed away, he turned into a star, gazing at her family far away across the Milky Way every night.
Xiao Jiang'an rested his head on his brother's chest, his dark, crystal-like eyes fixed on the glittering stars. He felt a peace he had never known before; he knew his father had been looking for him.
Wu Lifang fanned herself with a palm leaf fan, looked at the two brothers leaning on each other, smiled faintly, and thought to herself that everything was developing for the better.
The next day, a burly man dressed in a white shirt and suit pants was summoned to the warehouse by Yun Xia. Feng Jingling crouched down, intending to peep, but was dragged away by Jiang Chao.
"We'll be opening in an hour, let's see what's going on?"
"My slippers are a little itchy, I want to punch you, what's wrong?"
"Ah Chao, you've gone astray, you've even started making fun of people!"
"Heh! Nonsense, go cut the melon, we still need to let the customers try it later."
"oh!"
"Teacher, look, did I cut it well?"
As soon as Xiao Jiang'an entered the store, he was filled with curiosity, looking at this and that. Afraid that he might knock over something and hurt himself, Aunt Wu arranged for him to cut fruits and vegetables.
"Evenly sized pieces, well cut. Hey, apprentice, I have a task for you."
The little child blinked slightly, looking confused, and asked, "What mission?"
"There's a small warehouse at the very back. Little Butterfly took the bodyguards inside, and they're doing something there. Go check it out!"
Upon hearing this, he shook his head vigorously, "Teacher, you're being naughty! Sister Xiaxia said that seeing it beforehand isn't a surprise anymore. Here, take the knife, cut the melon!"
After saying that, she hurried off to find the brother who was in charge of stocking the goods!
One by one, they were all going against him. Feng Jingling suddenly felt that his status in the family was in jeopardy. He picked up a fruit knife and angrily started cutting it.
"Lingling, cut it neatly, it'll look better that way!"
Some pieces were as big as mahjong tiles, others as small as soybeans. The boy blinked guiltily, "Godmother, I understand."
Twenty minutes later, the warehouse door opened.
Four burly men, wearing flower wreaths, painted faces, garlic chains around their necks, and red bean chains on their wrists, walked out with flamboyant and unfashionable gaits, dressed in cute cat-themed slippers.
Ugh, why do I feel like bursting out laughing?
Could it be that extreme rusticity becomes trendy, and extreme trendiness becomes rusticity?
"Ha! What a mess!"
His assessment was fair; Yunxia had probably put in a lot of effort to achieve this level, after all, appearance... is something one is born with.
"Sister Xiaxia, I think it looks great. Dressed up like this, the uncles don't seem fierce anymore. Instead, I want to touch the flower wreath on their heads."
Upon hearing this, a muscular man stepped forward, squatted down, and buried his head in Xiao Jiang'an's arms, saying, "Touch me!"
The little children weren't afraid at all; they stretched out their little hands and excitedly touched the flowers.
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