The girl whispered, "My father's surname is Zheng... I don't have a proper name."
When I was little, my parents always called me a brat. When I was five, they sent me to a variety show troupe and signed a ten-year contract with me.
Back then, the troupe leader gave me the nickname "Liuli" (琉璃). Last autumn, when I returned after my contract period was over, I told them I didn't want to be called Liuli anymore and asked them to give me a different name. But even now, they still call me "Er Yatou" (二丫头, meaning "Second Girl").
Xiao Yunying pursed her lips and abruptly changed the subject: "Sit down for a while, I'll go wash the dishes."
The girl hurriedly got up: "My benefactor, let me wash it. I'm very efficient at my job."
Xiao Yunying pressed her shoulder and made her sit back down: "It's still windy outside. Your typhoid fever hasn't healed yet, don't make it worse. I'll go."
After washing the dishes in the kitchen, I poured myself a cup of hot brown sugar ginger tea.
"Have some water."
The girl thanked him and, as she took the cup, stared at the fragrant brown sugar ginger tea inside with a hint of surprise before carefully taking a sip.
Xiao Yunying said, "If you don't like the taste of ginger, I'll go and pour you a cup of brown sugar water without the ginger."
The girl's tears, which she had just wiped away, welled up again and slid down her cheeks. She shook her head and said, "Thank you, benefactor. I just... I've never drunk brown sugar water before, so I was a little rude."
Xiao Yunying felt a slight headache. She knew that the girl was probably reminded of something sad by the brown sugar, but she was really not good at comforting people.
"Why are you crying again? Stop crying, there's plenty of brown sugar at home. I'll pour you more when you finish yours."
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