I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 474: Don’t Cry, I’m Here_1

Chapter 474: Chapter 474: Don’t Cry, I’m Here_1

Five people, along with the large-framed Little Hei, were walking slowly on the wet bluestone path, the sound of someone knocking on a bamboo pole growing closer from afar.

After passing through two streets and since they were away from the bright lights of the market, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians. When you came out of a small alley, under the dim yellow streetlight on the left side up ahead, an elderly woman was driving an electric tricycle toward you at a leisurely pace.

"Thump, thump thump."

You turned around and smiled at Grandma Meng, whose face you could now clearly see, "Grandma, we meet again."

Grandma Meng stopped the vehicle, her wrinkled face donning a kind smile, "Young man, why aren’t you at home eating sweet dumplings at this hour? Out on a foolish wander, aren’t you afraid those ghosts will gobble you up?"

Grandma Meng’s tone and manner of speaking would change according to who she was interacting with. However, when she spoke to you, it was always naturally filled with a sense of affection, something you could easily discern.

"Grandma, I’ve been looking for you these last few days," you said, walking over with the four women.

"What does a young man like you want with an old woman like me?"

Grandma Meng got off the tricycle and stood by her stall.

By that time, the water in the pot was boiling. Grandma Meng glanced over at you all with half-closed, half-open eyes, then smilingly said to the four women beside you, "Young ladies, it’s cold tonight, how about a bowl of wontons to warm yourselves up?"

"Grandma, we just had some noodles and can’t eat that much at once. Let’s not bother," Xian Qianling pulled on Wu Qiyi’s sleeve and gave her a meaningful look, then whispered in her ear, "Do you know this old lady?"

Wu Qiyi shook her head slightly, "First time seeing her."

"I don’t know why, but she always gives me an uneasy feeling. It’s like she’s staring right through me, guessing everything I’m thinking about."

Wu Qiyi felt the same, "Yes, I feel the same way. This old lady is no ordinary person; let’s not offend her."

"No worries, no worries. There’s not much meat in my wontons; they’re mostly filled with bamboo shoots and vegetables, quite digestible. Eating them will make your girls’ skin whiter, which will definitely attract more attention from the young men," Grandma Meng insisted.

Saying so, Grandma Meng went ahead and prepared four bowls of wontons.

Seeing Grandma Meng doing this, you did not intervene, instead turning to give Wu Qiyi and Xian Qianling a conspiratorial look.

It didn’t take long for the wontons to be ready. While serving them, Grandma Meng suddenly said with a laugh, "Oh dear, as people age, their eyesight goes bad. How did I manage to accidentally put an extra dumpling in here?"

Then, with her chopsticks, Grandma Meng tossed the dumpling at Little Hei.

Little Hei usually paid no heed to food offered by others, but this time was different. It eagerly awaited it, and as soon as the dumpling came flying, it tilted its head back, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the dumpling in one gulp. Afterward, Little Hei wagged its tail non-stop and even the ears that were always perked up drooped down halfway.

Those familiar with Little Hei knew this was a sign of excitement. Clearly, it was overjoyed at having eaten that particular dumpling.

Moreover, after consuming the dumpling, Little Hei neither fussed nor begged Grandma Meng for more. It seemed completely satisfied with just the one.

"Alright, girls, come over and eat your wontons," she called out.

While Wu Qiyi and Xian Qianling hesitated, Zhao’er, for the first time, took the initiative to walk forward, took a plastic bowl from Grandma Meng’s hand, scooped up the steaming hot wontons with a plastic spoon, and immediately started eating.

Watching Zhao’er eat the wontons, Grandma Meng couldn’t help but ask with a smile, "How are they, tasty, right?"

Seeing Zhao’er nod, Wu Qiyi and Xian Qianling finally walked over and each took a bowl for themselves.

Noticing Jian Xiyu still not moving, Grandma Meng smiled and asked, "Young girl, why aren’t you eating?"

Xi Yu said with a smile, "Grandma, I’m just an outsider, eating your wontons might not be appropriate, right?"

Upon hearing Xi Yu’s words, you knew that she was misunderstanding, she still thought that the wontons Grandma made were for you to give to your girlfriend.

However, Grandma Meng just smiled gently and said in a voice with a hint of magnetism, "How would you know you’re an outsider if you don’t try them?"

Xi Yu was taken aback, but after seeing Wu Qiyi gesturing to her with her eyes, she came over, scooped up a wonton with a plastic spoon, and placed it into her sexy red lips glossed with a light purple lipstick.

The moment the wonton hit her palate, Xi Yu was completely stunned.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, aside from Zhao’er, Wu Qiyi, Xian Qianling, and Xi Yu—the three women were like a paused frame, their movements static, their faces expressing an indescribable emotion.

The three women glanced at each other, then in unison, turned to look at you with identical gazes and expressions.

"Wha-what?" you couldn’t help but take a half step back.

"Another bowl,"

By this time, Zhao’er had already finished the wontons in her bowl, and then she said something that surprised you.

What was even more incomprehensible to you was that Grandma Meng, who usually only served one bowl to a person, actually did go ahead and make another bowl of wontons for Zhao’er: "Alright, just a moment."

For some reason, as Grandma Meng cooked the second bowl of wontons, you noticed her hands were trembling, and for a split second, you even saw a tear glisten in the corner of her eye.

This discovery sent a jolt through you, and you rushed forward to ask Grandma Meng, "Grandma, no, elder sister, do you know Zhao’er?"

Your question made the surroundings abruptly go quiet.

Wu Qiyi and the other two women also stopped the motion of spooning wontons, and even Little Hei was looking up blankly at you.

Grandma Meng’s figure just paused for a moment, then quickly returned to normal as she chuckled softly, "Little Ghost Head, you truly deserve to have the Sen Luo Eye, your eyes are as sharp as ever."

"Elder sister, do you really know Zhao’er?"

This information was so crucial to you that you needed to confirm it repeatedly!

Without answering, Grandma Meng simply continued to cook the second bowl of wontons, served it, and passed it to Zhao’er.

However, Zhao’er didn’t scoop up the wontons and eat them herself; instead, she brought them up to your mouth.

"Yun, eat."

You were startled at first, then nodded and opened your mouth to eat the wonton Zhao’er handed you.

Despite having tasted them a few times already, you still found them to be the most exquisite food in the world.

It was as though they weren’t meant to fill the stomach but were a song that meandered through your lonely, wavering, and helpless days, bringing you warmth, taking away sadness; more like a letter of affection thousands of words long, they adorned your monotonous life, letting you know what love was and why to love.

At that moment, you shed tears.

Zhao’er fed you the entire bowl of wontons one by one, then used her sleeve to wipe away the tears at the corner of your eyes, whispering softly, "Yun, don’t cry, I’m here."

Looking at Zhao’er, you nodded firmly and then turned to face Grandma Meng, asking earnestly, "Elder sister, I know you must know Zhao’er’s true identity, please tell me, won’t you?"

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