I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 5 The Bold Little Qi

Why do you only have one arm?

Meng Jiu, who had already turned her head away and was not going to pay any attention to Lin Qingquan, suddenly turned her head back when she heard these words.

He had only glanced at the boy before and hadn't looked closely at all. It was only after hearing his granddaughter's words that he noticed that Lin Qingquan was wearing a black tracksuit today. His arms seemed to be hanging down at his sides, but the right sleeve was clearly empty.

He just stood there, and when the wind blew, his sleeves fluttered in the breeze, making him look exceptionally forlorn.

Meng Jiu was filled with mixed emotions and for a moment she didn't know how to treat this son-in-law.

He abandoned his daughter, who had just given birth, at home and disappeared for five years without a trace, as if she were dead.

To be honest, the only reason he didn't immediately beat him with a stick today was because of his granddaughter.

No matter what, he is still her biological father, and he cannot disregard her feelings.

"How could someone so big possibly lose an arm while standing there? Useless thing."

Muttering curses under her breath, Meng Jiu got up, took the basin of chicken to the kitchen, but didn't tell Lin Qingquan to get out again.

Only the father and daughter remained in the courtyard. Lin Qingquan looked at his daughter, whom he had been longing for day and night, his eyes filled with sorrow, and a hint of tears glistened in them.

However, his joys and sorrows were not shared by Xiao Qi.

The little girl pouted impatiently, her eyes filled with confusion. "You're not going to cry, are you? Why?"

The emotions of a long-awaited reunion came to an abrupt halt. The tears in Lin Qingquan's eyes froze, and his eyelids twitched involuntarily. He looked at his daughter and tried to introduce himself, "Xiao Qi, I am..."

"I know, I know, you're my dad, my real dad."

As the little girl spoke, she casually tossed down the chicken-killing knife in her hand. The sharp gleam and the blood stains on it made Lin Qingquan's eyelids twitch again. His father-in-law really had a grand style when it came to taking care of the child!

Meng Qi walked to the low stool to the side and sat down, spreading her legs wide. Then, she raised her chin at Lin Qingquan and uttered a single word from her pink lips, "Sit!"

Lin Qingquan didn't sit down. Looking at the chicken blood spots on her face, he couldn't help but walk over, half-squat down, and take out a handkerchief with his left hand to wipe them for her.

To his surprise, the little girl jumped up as if she had been pricked by a raging storm, instantly creating at least two meters of distance between them, and glared at him, "What are you doing?"

Hearing the noise, Meng Jiu peeked out from the kitchen. When she saw Lin Qingquan half-squatting and the handkerchief in his hand, she paused and explained, "Xiao Qi doesn't like strangers touching her."

Whether you're her biological father or not, if you've never taken care of the child for a day, aren't you a stranger to her?

Because of those words, Meng Jiu's mood, which had been somewhat gloomy, improved again.

But Lin Qingquan seemed not to hear those words. He stared blankly at his daughter, his eyes wide with surprise.

If I wasn't mistaken, Xiao Qi jumped up to dodge him so fast it was almost a blur, covering the two-meter distance in less than a second.

But she's only five years old!

He couldn't describe his feelings. If it were five years ago, he would have chosen to hide his daughter's talent and not let her follow the same path as him.

But now he's become like this.
Lin Qingquan had mixed feelings, but he was finally able to calm down and properly plan the future of his family of three.

He lowered his raised hand and said gently to his daughter, "Don't be afraid, Dad just wants to wipe your face."

Meng Qi rolled her eyes, saying that her parents were being too fussy and not manly at all.

If you're just wiping your face, why use a handkerchief?

She turned and walked towards the faucet outside the kitchen. Presumably for her convenience, a small stool was placed on the ground next to the faucet sink.

Meng Qi stepped onto a stool, then leaned over the faucet, face up, and turned the tap on her. Water gushed directly onto her face, making Lin Qingquan's eyelids twitch uncontrollably. He thought of his wife, who liked to sit quietly by the window reading, a ladylike and delicate woman. She was completely incompatible with his "bold" daughter.

Under the impact of the water, all the blood spots on Meng Qi's face were finally gone. Of course, she also successfully took a bath, her upper body completely soaked.

Even so, she didn't let her grandfather interfere. She jumped off the stool and ran into the house with her short legs.

When I came out again, I had changed into a dry set of sportswear.

The style was exactly the same as before, except that the gray had been changed to blue. Paired with the neat short hair on his small head, he looked like a complete tomboy.

So what if she's a tomboy? The old man has already done a good job raising her to be like this. What more could you want?
"Xiao Qi, how about you talk to Daddy?"

Lin Qingquan really wanted to hold his daughter in his arms, but seeing her wary little eyes, he had to give up the idea for the time being.

Let's talk first to build rapport, and then ask my daughter about my wife.

Upon returning to Qingzhou, he immediately went to find the plainclothes officer he had met before. Five years ago, when he left, he had asked the officer to look after his wife and daughter. He had lost contact with the officer, but when he regained contact, he received a message from him.

It is said that not long after his daughter turned one month old, his wife sold their original house and then took the child back to their rural hometown, Yunmeng Village.

According to plainclothes officers, the mother and daughter stayed there and never went back.

Not only has he never returned to Qingzhou, but he also rarely leaves the village.

Upon hearing this news, Lin Qingquan felt much relieved.

Because the Meng family is large and prosperous, and Meng Shulan is the only girl in her generation, not to mention her cousins, even her older nephews treat her like a treasure.

Therefore, no one in Yunmeng Village dared to bully her.

Strangely enough, he hadn't sensed his wife's presence since he entered the village.

He knew she wasn't in the village.

"What are you talking about?"

The five-year-old girl seemed very impatient. At first, she was a little curious about her father who had lost an arm, but as he kept babbling and crying and trying to wipe her face, she lost her patience and was now annoyed even talking to him.

"Where's Mommy? Can you tell Mommy and Daddy where they went?"

"Where my mom goes is none of your business." The little girl's eyes flashed with wariness. "Don't ask questions you shouldn't."

Her mother emphasized to her that she couldn't tell anyone, not even her grandfather.

So why is this person so informal?
Why did she ask about her mother as soon as she arrived at her house?

She glared at Lin Qingquan with a stern face, leaving him speechless and unable to utter a single word.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law"

Just then, a series of shouts came from outside the gate, and a figure rushed in.

A little boy, about seven or eight years old, ran up to Xiao Qi, sweating profusely, and urged her breathlessly, "Hurry, hurry up, the green snake has come out of the bamboo forest!"

"Damn it! Why is it earlier today? That beast, I'll skin it alive!"

Lin Qingquan's lips twitched as he watched helplessly as his daughter and the little boy ran away like the wind.
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