‘Wow, lamb skewers of the modern era are so delicious, unlike the ones from my time. Those were seasoned only with salt and nothing else.’
‘If I can go back to the Black Cloud Fortress, I might invent cumin and sell it for money!’
In the blink of an eye, Yan Jinyi polished off more than half of the bag of food that she had bought. She burped and was just about to continue eating when a small boy suddenly appeared in front of her.
Yan Jinyi felt that the little boy was staring straight at the bunch of lamb skewers in her hand.
She frowned and looked up in displeasure, “Eh? Aren’t you that person?”
The little boy blinked innocently and his voice was soft and tender. “Mommy Jinyi, I’m Mu Mu!”
Yan Jinyi shuddered and exclaimed, “Don’t do that, don’t call me that, I’m not your mommy!”
Mu Mu pursed her lips and pointed at the lamb skewers in Yan Jinyi’s hand. “Mommy Jinyi, I’m so hungry, can I have some?”
Yan Jinyi hurriedly handed the lamb skewer to Mu Mu, as if it was a hot potato.
Mu Mu licked his lips and began eating while his eyes lit up.
He had small and chubby hands, looking extremely adorable while holding onto the lamb skewers.
Yan Jinyi looked at it for a while and then handed over a piece of paper to him. “Where’s your Mommy?”
“Mommy received something newsworthy and went to record some footage. I came over when I saw you, Mommy Jinyi!”
Yan Jinyi furrowed her pretty brows again after hearing his words. “Tan Sangsang left you at the roadside?”
“No, Mommy told me to play with the ball while waiting for her. I came here only because I saw you!”
Yan Jinyi smirked and asked, “Mu Mu, shall we discuss something?”
Yan Jinyi patted Mu Mu on his shoulder, only to realize that children had fragile shoulders and thus hurriedly retracted her hand.
“Look, I’m so young and beautiful, I’m a popular actress too. It’s not appropriate for you to call me Mommy Jinyi. How about you call me Sister Jinyi in the future?”
As she said that, Yan Jinyi opened the plastic bag, smiling warmly. She said, “Look, there’s so much good food here. Call me Sister Jinyi and I’ll let you have some, alright?”
Mu Mu cocked his head to the side and began to think about Yan Jinyi’s offer seriously.
“But, Mommy Jinyi, you’re close friends with Mommy. If I call you Sister Jinyi, that makes you the same generation as me. Will you address my mommy as your mommy too?”
‘What a genius at sophistry.’
Yan Jinyi was like a deflated ball who had already given up on struggling.
‘Forget it, Mommy Jinyi will do too…’
‘Fortunately, he’s quite adorable.’
“Hey, who is your father?”
‘Tan Sangsang hemmed and hawed when I asked her about it. Well, he can’t be fatherless.’
Mu Mu finished the last bite of lamb skewer, wiped his mouth and greasy hands with some tissue paper. He then said innocently, “Daddy? Mommy said Daddy has been summoned to Hell by King Yama and won’t return anytime soon.”
Yan Jinyi pursed her lips and thought, ‘Isn’t Tan Sangsang a reporter of a society tabloid? Why did she start making up such mythical stories?’
“Where does your Daddy live…”
“Oh, Daddy lives in the graveyard. The grass there…” Mu Mu compared the grass to his height and said, “It should be twice as tall as me now!”
‘Your father is really unlucky. Ah, I wish that dog would accompany your father in his grave. Ah, I really don’t mind being a widow, as long as I can inherit that dog’s multi-billion yuan fortune.’