I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"The little yellow flower of the story has been drifting since the year I was born; the swing of my childhood has swayed with my memories to this day..."

The closest snack station to Chunqiu Huafu.

The song playing in the store is someone's youth, and of course, it's officially licensed by Jay Chou.

The 3D poster at the entrance features Pei Yunxi, the nation's goddess.

Don't ask.

The answer is simple: they're rich and can do whatever they want.

Jiang Chen pushed the cart, which was already piled high with sunflower seeds, peanuts, cooked food, and potato chips. This was not only to support his own business, but also to show respect to the Taoist nun.

The Taoist nun is a real gem.

Building a good relationship with her is definitely a highly profitable investment.

Turning past the beverage counter, Mr. Jiang saw a little girl squatting there, wanting to take the pure milk from the bottom. He didn't pay attention and continued pushing the cart forward. Then a woman wearing an oatmeal-colored turtleneck cashmere sweater came into view.

Jiang Chen sized her up a few more times. It wasn't that she was pretty, but she looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.

The other person didn't seem to notice him. He was carrying a basket filled to the brim with all sorts of snacks. He squatted down next to his daughter and gently asked, "Yaoyao, would you like to drink this?"

His voice is clear and gentle, like a stream flowing under the warm winter sun. His speech is steady and soothing, with clear and standard pronunciation and just the right amount of magnetism, much like a professional broadcaster.

Because the mother and daughter were squatting there, blocking the aisle, and it was inconvenient for them to turn around while pushing their cart, Mr. Jiang could only politely say, "Please make way."

"Excuse me."

The woman with her long hair pulled back said instinctively, then quickly pulled her daughter up to make room.

"elder brother!"

A clear, surprised child's voice rang out.

Jiang Chen, who was about to push his stroller past, instinctively looked over and stared at the little girl with the bob haircut.

what.

Why does this little girl look so familiar?
Jiang Chen couldn't help but look at the other person's mother again to confirm, and this time she looked over as well.

"...Mr. Jiang?"

I recognized him instantly; he was someone I knew.

Jiang Chen opened his mouth, but found he couldn't remember the other person's name.

"Brother, you're back!"

Just as Comrade Jiang Chen was feeling a bit awkward, the little girl broke free from her mother and ran over, hugging his leg without any hesitation.

"Yao Yao".

A sophisticated and elegant woman shouted.

Correct.

Yao Yao.

Luo Yao.

We're going to have to drag Young Master Song into this again.

This mother and daughter were family members of the man behind the black glove. After the black glove was destroyed, he was sent to live in seclusion on that mountain.

I remember now, I remember everything.

However, Jiang Chen still couldn't remember the beautiful woman's name.

The woman walked over, took her daughter's hand again, and after her initial surprise, quickly recovered and smiled at Mr. Jiang, saying, "Mr. Jiang, what a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into you here."

Jiang Chen, without revealing anything, chuckled and said, "Yes, what a coincidence! How come you two..."

"Isn't it almost Chinese New Year? The old Taoist priest sent us to pick up Taoist Duanmu and bring him back to the mountain."

Jiang Chen suddenly realized, and looked down at the little girl who was staring at him expectantly with wide eyes.

"You didn't just arrive, did you?"

"They came the day before yesterday."

We have guests at home, why didn't you let us know?
Li Shurui must have forgotten.

After all, things have priorities.

Jiang Chen squatted down, revealing a "doting auntie smile," and said, "Yao Yao has grown so tall in just a while."

"Brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The little girl, Luo Yao, stared into his eyes and said in a serious tone.

The two adults were amused, and Jiang Chen patted the little girl's head, "Did you miss your brother?"

"Yes, I do. That's why if my brother doesn't come to see Yao Yao, Yao Yao will come to see you."

Jiang Chen was momentarily dazed.

The environment is indeed crucial to a child's growth. After spending a long time on that mountain, even a little girl who was only six or seven years old spoke with a Zen-like quality.

"Yao Yao".

Yu Hui glanced apologetically at Jiang Chen.

Mr. Jiang laughed and said, "It's my fault, I forgot to go see Yao Yao. I paid for all the snacks Yao Yao bought."

The little girl looked at the shopping basket her mother was carrying. "It's not all for Yao Yao, there's also some for Sister Liuli."

Jiang Chen smiled.

Check out and pay.

Two adults and one child walked out of the snack station together. "I'll carry them."

Yu Hui, who was once a pillar of the city's television station, reached out her hand.

"Need not."

Mr. Jiang, who was acting like a gentleman and carrying large and small bags, was actually more embarrassed.

Even now, he can't recall the person's surname, let alone their given name.

Since it was only a ten-minute walk from Chunqiu Huafu, and the mother and daughter had walked there, they decided to walk back.

"Is Liuli home?"

"exist."

Why didn't she come out with you?

"Because Sister Liuli is lazy."

Luo Yao, who was being led by her mother, interrupted.

Yu Hui's life has been full of twists and turns, leaving her both amused and exasperated.

"And it's impolite, isn't it?"

Jiang Chen couldn't help but chuckle and chimed in.

Anyway.

Guests are welcome.

It is really inappropriate to let guests go shopping alone.

"Sister Liuli wasn't like this before. She was very diligent in chopping wood and carrying water."

Jiang Chen was overjoyed. As they walked, he chatted enthusiastically with a child, “But she doesn’t need to fetch water or chop wood here. Over time, she’ll become lazy.”

The little girl seemed to understand but not quite, "So that's why Sister Liuli doesn't want to go back?"

"Haha."

Jiang Chen laughed out loud.

"Quiet down, shut your mouth."

Yu Hui instructed.

Staying in the desolate and lonely mountains, he not only did not develop any personality flaws, but became extremely lively.

Whether the old charlatan's Taoist skills were profound or not is another matter, but he certainly had a knack for taking care of children.

However, in front of outsiders, he naturally couldn't show the slightest disrespect, so Jiang Chen spoke up, asking with genuine concern, "How is the old Taoist priest's health?"

"He can drink half a jin of wine in one sitting."

Yu Hui summed it up in one sentence. Whether it was a subjective feeling or not, Jiang Chen felt that after going to that mountain, the other party had shed her worldly ways and gained a touch of otherworldly charm.

"Advantages and disadvantages".

Jiang Chen praised him sincerely.

Drinking freely is definitely different; half a jin (250ml) per meal—that's right, he covered all the alcohol costs.

Once inside the Chunqiu Hua Mansion, Yu Hui let go of his hand, and the little girl Luo Yao took off running.

"Slower!"

"Hehe, Mommy, come and chase me!"

Laughter is like a wind chime, healing the heart.

It is truly remarkable that a child who has lost his father can be so cheerful.

"I shouldn't have brought this girl along."

Yu Hui said with a headache.

"Yaoyao, slow down, or you'll get kidnapped by human traffickers."

Mr. Jiang, carrying snacks, called out with a broad smile.

I can tell.

He really likes girls.

"I'm not afraid."

Luo Yao actually stopped, turned around, stood in the middle of the road, and did something that left Boss Jiang speechless.

"The rat and ox are skilled in martial arts, while the tiger and rabbit are bold and courageous!"

He kicks his right foot diagonally upwards, pats his toes with his hand, and lands on one foot, yet remains as steady as a pine tree.

Mr. Jiang was dumbfounded, and at the same time, his heart skipped a beat.

First it was Lan Peizhi, then Duanmu Liuli, will this little girl be next?

What alarmed Boss Jiang was not the passing down of the torch, but that, in a sense, he was this little girl's father's killer.

If she becomes skilled in martial arts and learns the truth when she grows up, will she seek revenge for this blood feud?
A melodramatic script had already automatically formed in Boss Jiang's mind.

The bleak, cold air seemed even colder.

There was no applause, because he was carrying snacks and had no hands. Jiang Chen stared ahead, seemingly seeing the prototype of a female knight-errant, and whispered to the girl's mother, "Does she still remember her father?"

"..."

That was a bit presumptuous of me. (End of Chapter)