Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 91 You can also stay up all night for someone you've just met.

Under Yan Zhuoyu's angry gaze, Jiang Yu slowly nodded and said confidently, "Yes."

Noticing that Yan Zhuoyu's mood was gradually dropping, Jiang Yu apologized in time: "I'm sorry, all the girls in our village like to wear braids, so I thought you were a boy. I was just thinking, whose little boy is so fair and handsome, like a doll in a New Year's painting."

"Hmph." Upon hearing the last sentence, Yan Zhuoyu's previously puffed-up face relaxed.

At least he can talk.

Jiang Yu picked up a bright red porcelain bowl with floral patterns, opened the lunchbox lid, and asked gently, "The dumplings are filled with cabbage and pork. How many can you eat?"

“Eight or nine should be enough,” Yan Zhuoyu replied.

He carefully added hot water to the bowl using a thermos, then remembered something and untied a bag full of steamed buns from the side.

"Do you eat red bean buns? My grandma makes them herself."

Yan Zhuoyu shook her head: "I won't eat it, I'm allergic to red beans."

Jiang Yu exclaimed "Ah!" and shook his head, indicating, "Okay, then I'll save it for breakfast tomorrow morning."

"By the way, I haven't asked you what your name is yet?"

Yan Zhuoyu ate with relish, and after taking a sip of the dumpling soup, she felt warm all over.

She exclaimed sincerely once again, "It's so delicious, I love it so much!"

"My name is Yan Zhuoyu."

Jiang Yu's ears turned red. He felt that it was more shocking for a little girl to say the word "I like you" to him than for a little boy to say it.

After Yan Zhuoyu fell asleep peacefully on his small bed, Jiang Yu quietly took out the brand-new hundred-yuan bill from his cotton-padded coat pocket, wrapped it carefully in layers of toilet paper, and stuffed it into Yan Zhuoyu's pocket.

Jiang Yu sat on a small stool, his hands supporting his chin, his eyes fixed intently on the leaping flames in the stove.

He couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met Yan Zhuoyu.

The little girl with a buzz cut sat astride the wall, a crescent moon behind her, her round, bright eyes more lively than the moonlight, filled with the wildness of a cheetah.

Jiang Yu held a charred stick of firewood in his hand, pausing it unconsciously on the ground, repeatedly pondering the meaning of the three characters "Yan Zhuoyu".

After searching through all known Chinese character databases, I could only manage to piece together two homophones.

The three characters “Yan Yu” were written crookedly on the red brick ground.

He didn't attend school for many days, but he still remembers what the teacher said during dictation, and he circled the words he didn't know how to write.

Also, staying up all night on New Year's Eve can be done for someone you've just met.

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The two children often played together, so naturally, their grandmother couldn't hide it from them.

Elderly people don't need much sleep, so when she got up on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, she saw the two children sleeping soundly on their backs.

Grandma was happy to see the two children having so much fun.

But she was putting on a show of not knowing, which was too much of a struggle. Every time Yan Zhuoyu came, Jiang Yu would turn into a traitor, making sure to give Yan Zhuoyu a taste of everything delicious.

Yan Zhuoyu, on the other hand, was completely burying her head in the sand. Knowing that Jiang Yu wouldn't accept money, she secretly hid it in various corners.

It wasn't until Grandma found the twenty yuan note, riddled with holes by rats, under the rice jar that she decided to intervene, much to her dismay.

She called Jiang Yu over and asked, "Who exactly is that girl? She doesn't look like she's from our village. How do you know her?"

"If her family has any difficulties, it wouldn't hurt to bring her over to live with us," Grandma suggested.

Jiang Yu told his grandmother everything, and finally shook his head: "I asked her, and she said she didn't want to cause us any trouble, and she preferred to stay in a hotel."

Grandma sighed: "Okay, then invite her over for dinner when you have time. Don't always make her eat leftovers; it's not healthy."

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Another six months passed, and one day, Yan Zhuoyu, who had nothing to do, dug out the baseball set that Jiang Yuelin had bought before.

She closed her suitcase, remembering that her grandmother had helped her retrieve it, a truly impressive sight. Yan Zhuoyu was incredibly impressed, so that day she slipped another fifty yuan under his rice jar.

Yan Zhuoyu, carrying a long baseball bag, ran happily towards Jiang Yu's house.

As soon as he arrived at his doorstep, before he could even call out to Jiang Yu, he ran into that big wolfhound.

The big wolfhound barked and charged over.

In a fright, the baseball bag slipped from his hand and scattered all over the ground. The originally white baseball rolled around on the ground and turned yellowish.

Yan Zhuoyu stepped on the stones and hid in the trash can again.

Seeing her fear, the big dog became even more smug: "Woof woof woof—!"

Yan Zhuoyu screamed at the top of her lungs, "Jiang Yu, help! That brat from the Jiang family, help! Please come and save me, sob sob..."

Just like that day, Jiang Yu opened his door wide upon hearing the noise and stomped his feet and barked at the big wolfhound.

The bullying wolfhound snorted and fled in disarray.

He turned around and saw a fluffy head pop out of the trash can. Yan Zhuoyu's eyes shone with admiration: "Jiang Yu, you're amazing!"

Jiang Yu: “…”

He thought Yan Zhuoyu had been kidnapped by human traffickers, and he ran over in a cold sweat. Luckily, it was just a dog.

Just as Yan Zhuoyu took his hand to come out, another little white dog ran over.

The little white puppy was filthy and looked to be only two months old. It stared curiously at the two people and barked, "Woof woof!"

The dog's bark was many times gentler than the big wolfhound from before.

But Yan Zhuoyu was even more frightened when she heard this, because she had been bitten by a Chihuahua that looked cute but was actually fierce and irritable when she was a child.

And he was bitten for no reason at all!

"Jiang Yu... Waaah..."

The little white dog seemed curious about Yan Zhuoyu's reaction and wagged its tail as it approached.

Startled, Yan Zhuoyu let out another soprano scream.

Jiang Yu and the little white dog were both startled by the sudden high-pitched sound. The little white dog took a few steps back, but was then attracted by the baseball on the ground, excitedly picked it up and ran away.

"Aaaaaah! Jiang Yu, my ball!"

"Hey, hey, hey, my baseball! Quick, get the baseball back for me! I was going to play with it with you later!"

Jiang Yu quickly picked up a baseball bat, intending to scare the puppy, but Yan Zhuoyu thought he was going to kill it.

Another soprano voice.

Yan Zhuoyu was very sympathetic: "No! You'll beat the puppy to a pulp with a baseball bat!"

"It's so small and fragile."

In fact, Jiang Yu wasn't afraid of dogs; he was simply stunned by Yan Zhuoyu's shout.

He was stunned, and the baseball bat in his hand fell to the ground.

Jiang Yu squatted on the ground and started fighting with the little white dog for the baseball in the most primitive way.

The little white dog was clearly startled, and was immediately frightened by the two strange humans, so it let go of the dog's mouth and instead bit Jiang Yu's wrist.

"Wang!"

Now it was Jiang Yu's turn to smile at Yan Zhuoyu while holding the ball in his mouth.

Yan Zhuoyu changed her attitude quickly and was no longer afraid of dogs. After climbing out of the trash can, she laughed.

In that position, she hugged the little boy who was still kneeling on the ground: "Jiang Yu, you are so cute."

"However, if the puppy is sick, you'll have to get a rabies vaccine, it hurts a lot, hehe."

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