Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 115: 106 Auntie: Cool and composed, sharp-tongued and ruthless. Chapter 115: 106 Auntie: Cool and composed, sharp-tongued and ruthless. The sky was slightly bright, with a crescent moon hanging in the east and few stars, only the morning star was particularly conspicuous.

An old man, with his hands clasped behind his back, dressed in a Sun Yat-sen suit, walked through the lanes, followed by a young girl in her early twenties.

“It’s been only a little over a year since I’ve been back, but Pingjiang has changed a lot. I remember there used to be vendors selling fried dough sticks and pancakes in the morning, but not anymore.”

“I also wanted to bring Wanwan some glutinous rice lotus root, but I can’t find that store anywhere.”

“I’m old now; I’ve only walked a few steps, but look at the sweat on my hands.”

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The old man continued as he walked forward, “Do you think we came too early? Their family hasn’t gotten up yet.”

“No, Uncle Tang often gets up early with the birds for exercise; sometimes he’s out by five,” the girl’s voice was clear and crisp.

“The moment I arrive in Pingjiang, I get so excited I can’t sleep.”

The two bought some breakfast and were walking toward the Tang Family’s old house. When they nearly reached the door around a quarter past five, even before they got close, they saw someone loitering at the Tang Family’s entrance from a distance.

There was a bit of fog in the morning, and from afar everything was a hazy gray, with only a vague silhouette visible. As they got closer, they could make out it was a man.

“Who is this? Who comes looking for someone so early in the morning?” the old man squinted.

They watched the man look around, not knocking directly but walking to one side, feeling the short wall with his hand, and then inexplicably dragging over a large flowerpot from somewhere, placing it under the wall.

The flower pot was only half a foot tall, and for his short and stout body, climbing the low wall was not an easy task.