Following Mai Mai's voice, Yan's father and mother looked toward the big tree at the village entrance. An old man with silver hair was standing with his back to them, doing something they couldn't make out.
Yan's mother immediately pictured a very stereotypical elderly village chief.
The chief's hair was just a little longer than usual. That was understandable.
But when they approached and the village chief turned around, Yan's mother immediately took back that thought. Understandable, my ass!
Yan's father and mother both fell silent.
As though he had noticed nothing, the village chief raised a hand to smooth the slightly long sleeves of his Tai Chi uniform and greeted them with easy familiarity.
"Why did you take so long to get here?" His tone was full of resentment.
Yan's father and mother: "..."
Yan's father spoke up. "Um... Village Chief, do we know each other?"
He sounded incredibly hesitant. As the woman who had shared his bed for decades, Yan's mother could guarantee that Yan's father was absolutely questioning his own memory right now.
The village chief quickly answered, "No. Don't you know whether you know me or not?"
Yan's father fell silent.
The village chief laughed nonstop. "Hahahaha, you're way easier to fool than your brother."
Yan's father and mother couldn't laugh at all. With words like that, how could they possibly fail to understand? They had finally found the right place!!!
"Why aren't you laughing?" The village chief's smile gradually vanished.
"Fine." He shrugged. "We don't know each other, but I know your father."
"Come." Without giving Yan's father and mother time to ask questions, he turned and led them inside.
Mai Mai blinked. "Village Chief Grandpa, they haven't paid me yet."
Yan's mother said, "Right, right, look at my memory."
She was mainly just too