Forehead?
No matter how clever the little dumpling is, it can't react at this moment. It can only hop around on its short legs in confusion to help its mother pass on the message.
In the main room, Ye Jiman had already lost count of how many things she found disgusting. She ate a mouthful of cold tea with a bite of steamed bun, but after a few bites, her stomach wasn't so empty anymore, so she didn't eat the rest.
We'll be eating soon, why are you eating so many steamed buns?
Ye Jiman intended to secretly throw it behind the window, but upon receiving Xiao Jiu's gaze from the other side, she paused, then pulled back the steamed bun she was about to throw. At that moment, a little messenger ran in, stood in front of Ye Jiman, took a few deep breaths, and then spoke:
"Grandpa Ye the Second".
Ye Jiman had a bad feeling, but Second Master Ye was absolutely not afraid:
"What is it now?"
The little man actually nodded a few times, confirming that something was wrong.
The sense of unease grew stronger:
"Then you'd better not say anything."
Not going to tell? How could that be?
That was a task that Mommy gave to Tuanzi.
"Speaking of which, Grandpa Ye, Mom said to ask you to get one more ticket. If you can't do it, then you'll have to figure it out yourself!"
Wow, he really remembered every single word his mother said.
"What? Ye Wanying needs a ticket too?"
Master Ye was about to jump up and down in anger.
Was this intentional?
I had already agreed to three votes, which was my limit, and now I have to add more.
If it were anyone else, Ye Jiman would have refused immediately, but the person who spoke up was her own niece!
She is the eldest brother's biological daughter and the old man's biological granddaughter.
If I really refuse, who knows how those few will secretly make things difficult for me behind my back?
But getting four tickets is really too difficult!
The capital doesn't belong to the Ye family; there are other families too.
Master Ye was nearly driven mad with worry. He glanced at the little man in front of him and glared at him a few times with annoyance.
The little dumpling glared back:
"Grandpa Ye, did you agree?" I continued to ask.
Ye Jiman really wanted to refuse, but what came out of her mouth was:
"Yes, yes, tell your mom, there's only one for her, no more!"
The little one received a definite answer: "Okay, then I'll go tell Mommy right away." With that, he dashed off in a flash.
Ye Erye was left standing there, pounding his chest several times.
In the courtyard, Ye Wanying had already washed her hands and taken off her apron when she saw her beloved son running towards her with a happy expression.
"Mommy~"
"He agreed?"
The little person nodded: "Mhm."
Ye Wanying laughed. She was quite familiar with the name Li Chao.
Since I left the village, I have seen countless pictorials of Le Dynasty along the way.
A pop music superstar, a musical genius, God's favorite, and also incredibly handsome—exactly Ye Wanying's type.
So, after hearing the little secret my son had just revealed, I suddenly had an idea: Hmm, I should go and see for myself.
I've never been a fan of any celebrity or attended a concert in either of my two lifetimes.
Since Uncle Ye has a way to get the tickets, there's no need to be polite!
Actually, aside from Ye Jiman, getting votes would be quite easy. First of all, the Gu family. With their status in the capital, how could they not get votes?
Given Gao Dan's own status and position, he could easily obtain tickets through connections.
It's just that I wanted to bully Uncle Ye a bit, since that guy is so annoying.
She's like a peacock, always annoying people!
Of course, it was also a small way of getting some interest back for Ye's mother from back then.
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