Ye Xiaoyu's boss was a very round, fat man. He was okay when he wasn't smiling, as you could clearly see his pitifully small eyes, but as soon as he smiled, you could only see a thin line.
But the chubby leader was quite amiable, without the arrogance often associated with leaders: "Oh, this is Sister Xiaoyu? Please have a seat, please have a seat."
Ye Wanying thanked her and then sat down.
The little dumpling sat obediently on the sofa next to her mother, so well-behaved that it was hard to believe she was just over two years old.
The leader was delighted upon seeing the child: "This child is much better behaved than mine! Little one, how old are you? What's your name?"
Tuanzi didn't seem to mind the question: "Uncle, my name is Tuanzi, and I'm three years old."
You can only say you're three years old after the New Year, baby.
But little people are always eager to grow up, so they like to exaggerate their age when they report it.
Okay, three years old it is.
"Oh, only three years old? My child is already four years old, and he's still like a little monkey, always on the go and very naughty. How can he be as well-behaved as this kid?"
A mother is certainly happy when her son is praised, but she can't always say, "Yes, my son is so well-behaved, while yours is such a naughty monkey!"
Haha...unless you're out of your mind!
"No way, they're just not familiar with each other yet. Once they get to know each other, they'll still be quite mischievous. Kids are all like that."
The chubby boss has a child at home, so he always carries snacks with him. Coincidentally, he had a handful of fruit candies in his pocket today, and he generously gave them all to the little one.
Tuanzi quickly looked at Ye Wanying, and only after receiving a nod from Ye Wanying did she take two of them from the fat leader.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Sure enough, a foreigner walked in. He was about 1.9 meters tall, with a hooked nose, short, naturally blond, curly hair, and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked like a scholar, and no one could tell he was weak from his height.
"Jameson is here?"
"Boss Du!"
"Come in, please have a seat. Let me introduce you. This is Ye Xiaoyu's older sister, who works at our factory."
"Hell! Miss Ye."
Ye Wanying stood up and formally shook hands with James: "Hello, Mr. James."
"This little boy is Ms. Ye's child."
"Hi, Cuteboy, Goodmorning."
Good morning, Uncle.
When James heard the child answer in English, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and ask in surprise, "You speak English?"
Tuanzi smiled, revealing a set of adorable white teeth: "Yes, my mum taught me."
Mr. Du was quite bewildered by the conversation between the two, one big and one small, which was entirely in English. Normally, when discussing business, there was always a professional English translator present, and James could also speak Chinese, though not fluently, but usually there were no problems with conversations.
But Mr. Du really doesn't know a thing or anything about English.
"Um, let's get down to business!" Stop showing off your English, I can't understand it, okay?
James smiled, then said to the little boy, "You're cute. You're smart. Your mother's great."
Thank you, Uncle.
Boss Du must have finally had enough and couldn't stand it any longer: "Come, come, James, sit down and let's talk."
"OK!"
James readily agreed and even sat down opposite him.
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