Tang Yuanyuan nodded excitedly, her eyes red-rimmed. It tasted like her father's cooking. She knew it the moment she tasted it; only her father could make it taste like this.
Has Qingqing already found her father?
"Is he your father?" Ye Qingqing asked.
Tangyuan nodded emphatically, tears streaming down her face.
Ye Qingqing finally felt relieved; she hadn't guessed wrong—Tang Bao was indeed Tang's father.
"I'll let go if you promise not to scream!"
Tang Yuanyuan nodded vigorously. She longed to see her father so much. As soon as Ye Qingqing let go of her hand, Tang Yuanyuan asked anxiously, "Where is my father?"
Ye Qingqing gestured for her to lower her voice, "Don't let people outside hear. I suspect your father was murdered by Yu Wuwei and your mother."
Tang Yuanyuan was stunned into silence. Murder?
Did Mom and Uncle Yu kill Dad?
But--
"What's with these pastries? Has my dad turned into a ghost?" Tang Yuanyuan couldn't understand.
Ye Qingqing twitched the corner of her mouth. "Your dad didn't die, he was seriously injured and was rescued by a kind old lady. He lost all his memories, he only remembers cooking."
"dad……"
Tang Yuanyuan sobbed softly, her heart aching as if it were being stabbed. No wonder her father had been missing for eight years.
"Is my dad in Pingjiang now? Where is he? Can I see him now?" Tang Yuanyuan was eager to see her father; she had been waiting for eight years.
"Of course! Maybe when your father sees you, he'll remember things from the past!"
After Xiaotong played chess with Mr. Tang, Mr. Tang's brain was stimulated, and he remembered some things that night. If he sees his beloved daughter, he will definitely remember more.
"Is my dad far away? Can we go now?" Tang Yuanyuan asked eagerly.
"It's not far. I'll take you there by bike. Are you physically capable of handling it?"
Before, I couldn't even stand up!
Tang Yuanyuan shook her head vigorously, "I'm all better now, I can handle it, let's go now."
Ye Qingqing raised her wrist to check the time. It was not yet six o'clock; Granny Gu should have already set up her stall.
Let's go!
Ye Qingqing also wanted Tang Yuanyuan to recognize her father as soon as possible, so she grabbed Tang Yuanyuan and went downstairs.
Wen Sumei and Yu Moli were tidying up the clutter outside.
"Where are you going?" Wen Sumei demanded.
"I'm going out to play with my friends!" Tang Yuanyuan answered as she walked, her steps hurried.
"It's already dark, what are you going out for? Don't go out!" Wen Sumei scolded with a stern face.
But Tang Yuanyuan ignored her and followed Ye Qingqing outside.
Enraged, Wen Sumei roared, "Don't come back once you're out!"
Tang Yuanyuan turned around and shouted with all her might, "This is my dad's house. I can come back whenever I want. If you dare to lock the door, I'll call 110!"
Tang Yuanyuan's slightest respect for Wen Sumei vanished completely after she learned that Wen Sumei and Yu Wuwei had conspired to harm her father.
All that's left is hatred!
Wen Sumei was stunned, unable to believe her ears.
Was the one yelling at her just now really the cowardly eldest daughter?
By the time Wen Sumei came to her senses, Tang Yuanyuan and Ye Qingqing had already left. She gritted her teeth, feeling that something was about to happen, and it was something bad.
Half an hour later, Ye Qingqing led Tang Yuanyuan to find Grandma Gu, who was frying skewers.
"You've come! Is this your friend?" Grandma Gu smiled kindly.
"Her name is Tang Yuanyuan, and she's my good friend. Her father disappeared eight years ago and his name was Tang Baobao," Ye Qingqing introduced.
Tang Yuanyuan's voice choked with emotion, "Grandma, your son is my father!"
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