Yang Yongjin sat aside with his majestic appearance, wearing the jacket underneath.

There was a charcoal brazier burning in the room, so it wasn't too cold.

He looked at Cao Bamei, who was sitting sideways in front of him, holding clothes in her hands, and was busy sewing and mending.

A little distracted.

Since he was a child, he has known that his mother is different from other people's mothers.

My mother is deaf, mute, and a little stupid.

Before the separation, my mother could neither cook a meal nor mend a piece of clothing.

The clothes he wore when he was a child were first made of milk, and later made by his third aunt.

He rarely sat down like this, waiting for a woman to mend his clothes.

Right now, we are in the free period after lunch.

The guys are all resting in the lobby of the front yard. The back yard is relatively quiet.

In the house, the charcoal fire was crackling, and a few sparks jumped out from time to time.

Yang Yongjin's eyes followed Cao Bamei's little hand.

Those little hands are so flexible, they can fly the needle and lead the thread.

After a few clicks, the gaps that he could not fix in his eyes became closed together so naturally under her hands.

so amazing.

Yang Yongjin sighed secretly.

His eyes followed the hands of the girl in front of him and moved to her face.

The girl lowered her head, with eyebrow-length bangs covering the front of her forehead.

From his angle, he couldn't see her eyes, only a thin face, a slightly flat nose, and lightly pursed lips.

There are several small freckles on both sides of the girl's nose.

Under the reflection of the charcoal fire, it glows with a faint red color.

Like a peach blossom, it's really a little cute.

There was a hint of warmth in Yang Yongjin's eyes that he was not even aware of.

Soon, the clothes were mended.

Cao Bamei bit off the thread with her teeth, shook the clothes in her hands and stood up.

"Shopkeeper, let's try it."

She said, raising her head, she found Yang Yongjin looking directly at her.

The girl's face suddenly turned red and she bit her lip.

Yang Yongjin quickly looked away, "Well, okay."

He took the coat and stretched out his arms to put it on.

Cao Bamei turned around, her back to him, and was packing her sewing box.

Yang Yongjin looked at Cao Bamei's back.

This girl is really not tall, as petite as a skinny chicken.

From a visual inspection... her head probably barely reached his shoulders, right?

"Bamei, I heard that your parents are no longer here?"

This was the first time that he took the initiative to ask her about her family affairs.

He also talked to her during the past few days of working together.

But it was all about restaurant errands, and he taught her.

Hearing Yang Yongjin's question, Cao Bamei nodded slightly.

She whispered: "My father died of illness a few days after I was born, and my mother died half a year ago."

"Then what do you plan to do in the future?" Yang Yongjin asked again.

In the past, I only felt that I was pitiful because my mother was deaf and mute. She had never said any caring words to her since she was a child, and she had not received much care.

Now, compared with Cao Bamei, he felt that he really grew up in a honeypot.

In front of her, Cao Bamei turned slightly and said softly: "Several brothers kicked me out. Fortunately, this brother and sister-in-law from Changping Village are good to me."

Yang Yongjin nodded: "There are still kind-hearted brothers and sisters in the world."

"Don't be too sad. From now on in the restaurant, we will all be your relatives and friends," he said.

Cao Bamei turned her head and gave him a grateful glance.

"Well, thank you, shopkeeper..."

"From now on, don't call me shopkeeper. Just do what Qing'er did and call me second brother!"

Yang Yongjin said with a grin.

Second brother?

Cao Bamei bit her lip lightly, her expression a little weird.

She is Dajie Xiaojie's biological aunt.

Qing'er and Dajie Xiaojie are cousins.

According to seniority, Qing'er should also call herself aunt.

Then if Yang Yongjin and Qing'er are cousins, does he have to call himself aunt?

"Second brother? Are you sure I call you second brother? Or do you call me aunt?"

Cao Bamei didn't know where she got the courage to joke with Yang Yongjin.

"What?"

Yang Yongjin was stunned for a moment.

He scratched his head and sorted out the complicated family relationships.

"Oh, my God!"

He whispered.

"According to seniority, I really have to call you Bamei aunt!" He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Giggle..."

Cao Bamei also covered her mouth and smiled.

The distance between the two people suddenly became much closer because of their acquaintance and smile.

Finally, Yang Yongjin said: "It's better to settle like this. If I don't call you aunt, you can't call me shopkeeper, second brother or anything like that."

"Let's call each other by name from now on, what do you think?" he asked.

Cao Bamei smiled and nodded: "I think it will work."

…

Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoyu were riding in a carriage on their way back to the village.

After buying so many years-old goods, the two girls were very happy, chatting and laughing all the way.

"Qing'er, when will your Tangya son come back? Have you sent a message?" Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Well, I flew a pigeon once, and I should be on my way back now."

"Hehe, it's good that you're back. I'm still waiting to eat your 'passing' wedding candy earlier." Xiaoyu said.

Yang Ruoqing blushed.

"Don't talk nonsense, we haven't set a date yet," she said.

Xiao Yu said: "After giving out the festive gifts this year, isn't it the next step to 'get married'? After 'getting married', wouldn't it be quick to get married?"

Hearing the word 'get married', even a shameless person like Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel her cheeks get hot.

"How about we not talk about this? Change the topic!" she said.

Xiaoyu still giggled.

The two returned to the village talking and laughing.

He drove the carriage into the yard, thinking that he was calling Yang Huazhong to come over and unload the New Year's goods.

Forget about Yang Huazhong, Sun is not here either.

Xiaohua was left to look after the house alone.

"Xiaohua, where are the third uncle and the third aunt?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
To be continued...