Ye Qiaolu followed Shi Yumei to the intersection of Xiangshan Street.

This street has not been paved yet, and the road surface is bumpy.

Shi Yumei walked slowly while holding Ye Qiaolu. While walking, she also reminded, "There are puddles there, don't step on them."

Ye Qiaolu was very obedient and stepped over the small puddle.

Shi Yumei smiled and said, "So good."

Ye Qiaolu looked up at Shi Yumei.

The beautiful face of the gift brings warmth like the spring breeze.

Ye Qiaolu also smiled, remembering the stories and songs that Shi Yumei told her last night.

Luo Xi saw this big and small figure from afar, with white gauze wrapped around Ye Qiaolu's head. He stepped forward with his legs, "Aunt Shi."

"Be careful of the road." Shi Yumei persuaded loudly.

Luo Xi stepped on the pit and splashed mud and water, but he didn't care and ran until he stopped in front of Ye Qiaolu, "You are Ye Yaoyulu."

Ye Qiaolu didn't hear what he was saying clearly. He thought he was just speaking quickly, so he nodded.

Luo Xi grinned. It was indeed a strange name.

Shi Yumei squatted down and patted Luo Xi's trouser legs, "Your new clothes are dirty all of a sudden."

Luo Xi asked curiously: "Aunt Shi, where are you going with her?"

"Go home." Shi Yumei explained: "Xiao Lu comes to my house as a guest."

Ye Qiaolu listened and grinned like Luo Xi.

Shi Yumei went upstairs. Ye Qiaolu looked around.

The building is very old, the wall paint in the stairwell has peeled off, and there are a lot of messy graffiti on it.

The stairs are pretty clean.

Ye Qiaolu stepped on it. She looked at the new white shoes she wore yesterday, which formed a strong contrast with the gray steps.

She stepped forward step by step.

When she arrived at the sixth floor, Shi Yumei walked towards her house. Her house had rusty iron doors and the patterns on the wooden doors faded.

Ye Qiaolu glanced at Shi Yumi's house sign: 602.

She looked at the door of the neighbor next door again. The one on the other side was even more broken, and the pole of the iron door was broken.

Shi Yumei opened the door and held Ye Qiaolu, "Xiaolu, this is my aunt's home."

Ye Qiaolu turned her head to look.

The living room is not big and there is not much furniture. There is a large window on the wall.

Ye Jing sat on the wooden chair by the window. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and looked towards the door.

The sun shone into the window, and half of his face shone with a light yellow halo.

Ye Qiaolu remembered the art teacher's words, "Let's just be the most beautiful work of art in nature."

Ye Jing jumped off the wooden chair. He was wearing a single dress, and the cold wind blew in from outside the window, lifting up his clothes.

Shi Yumei felt distressed when she saw this, "Why are she wearing so little?" She let go of Ye Qiaolu's hand and quickly went to the room to get her son's clothes.

Ye Qiaolu looked down at his empty palms and clenched his fists.

Shi Yumei came out again and had a thick coat in her hand. She stepped forward and put it on Ye Jing, "It's only ten degrees outside. Did you cover it with a thick quilt last night?"

"I'm not cold." After he said that, his eyes turned green.

She showed a puppy-like look again.

Shi Yumei grabbed Ye Jing's hand and it was a little cold, "Have you eaten breakfast?"

He shook his head.

She hurried into the kitchen and said, "Mom makes a bowl of hot soup for you."

Ye Qiaolu took a few steps forward and looked at Shi Yumei's busy figure.

My deskmate Sun Doli said that the meal her mother cooked was delicious.

At that time, Ye Qiaolu replied seriously, "Aunt Zhen's cooking is delicious."

Sun Doli, a deskmate, chuckled, "Aunt Zhen is not your mother. Only the food cooked by her mother is the best in the world."

Ye Qiaolu doesn’t understand what the most delicious concept is. Does it taste the same as McDonald’s French fries?

I still remember that a few years ago, McDonald's opened its first restaurant in City D.

At that time, Ye Qiaolu was still in the kindergarten. She had been pestering Ye Chengfeng for a month, and he finally agreed to take her there.

The fries were really delicious because they were fed by her father bite by bite. It would be great if she could eat such fries every day.

Ye Jing pulled the zipper on the jacket, inserted his hands into his pocket, walked around Ye Qiaolu, and entered the kitchen, "Mom, I'll help you."

"No need, mom has cooked lean meat soup. Just heat the buns up again." Shi Yumei turned off the fire and picked up the soup pot. After turning around, she saw Ye Qiaolu's pitiful look. She smiled, "Xiaolu, wash your hands and come to drink the soup."

Ye Qiaolu's eyes lit up in an instant. She let out a heavy "hmm" and then went in to wash her hands.

She didn't come back to her senses until she held the soup bowl.

She looked at the minced meat in the soup, picked up the spoon, scooped it up gently, lowered her head and sipped it.

She smiled.

The meat in this soup is not eaten much at home, but it tastes excellent. It seems that there are more indescribable things than Aunt Zhen made.

Ye Jing finished drinking a bowl of soup next to him.

Ye Qiaolu was still siping in small sips, as if she couldn't bear to finish drinking it.

Seeing this, Shi Yumei said, "Eat while it's hot." She also picked up a bun for Ye Qiaolu.

Ye Qiaolu smiled at Shi Yumei and bit the bun.

Shi Yumei took a few bites and thought that there was still a lot of work to do today, so she told Ye Jing to look at Ye Qiaolu well. Then she told Ye Qiaolu, "Good Xiao Lu, aunt, go to work, come back at noon. If aunt is not here, you can follow the trail."

Ye Qiaolu looked at the leaves, then looked at Shi Yumei, and nodded.

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After Shi Yumei left, she went to the police station.

She asked about her parents and family last night, and Ye Qiaolu looked hesitant.

Shi Yumei saw that Ye Qiaolu's clothes were much better than ordinary people. For some reason, Ye Qiaolu refused to disclose his address and phone number.

Although this little girl is quite cute, she is not her own after all. Shi Yumei thought that it would be better to send it back early.

Shi Yumei went to report the case.

When I returned to the market, it was past ten o'clock.

She opened a fresh fish stall herself.

A small worker was hired.

She would come here on weekdays. Yesterday, she encountered Ye Qiaolu's incident, so the stall could only ask the workers to help her.

At this moment, the worker saw her and greeted her, "Boss, you are here. The owner of Li Ji Seafood Store specially asked you last night."

"What's up?"

"Hehe." The little worker smiled ambiguously and pointed to the bouquet in the corner, "I'm sending you flowers."

Shi Yumei's face was slightly darker, "Don't collect these things for me without authorization."

The worker stopped and touched his nose, "I will pay attention in the future."

Shi Yumei threw the bouquet of flowers into the trash can at the stall.

The worker looked at it and felt sorry for him. The boss's wife was beautiful and had many suitors, but she refused them thousands of miles away.

Shi Yumei and Leaf Diameter came here a few years ago.

A young and beautiful woman with a son who looks like a porcelain doll. She attracted a lot of attention as soon as she arrived.

Shi Yumei is kind, neither humble nor arrogant. Even those neighbors who have criticized her can treat her with courtesy. Over time, everyone no longer talks. On the contrary, neighbors and neighbors have become very caring for the mother and son.

She herself never mentioned the marital status of Shi Yumi.

Everyone speculated that it was divorced.

Shi Yumei folded her hair, changed into an apron, put on gloves, and stood by the pool to catch fish.

People in City D like to eat seafood. Her business is pretty good, even better than any level in the market.

Of course, she knew that part of the reason was because of her appearance.

Occasionally, she would meet frivolous customers and tease her for a few words. It was not too outrageous, so she could bear it. She had never given a good face when she proposed directly like the owner of Li Ji seafood restaurant.

But the other party is persistent.
To be continued...