Yuijiang Nakamura's home is in a very quiet alley, not a community, but an independent house. There is a plaque hanging at the door. Ye Qingqing, the two words Nakamura, knew him, probably similar to the "palace" in China or a certain mansion.

The door of the house is full of flowers, and it is very beautiful and clean. In terms of hygiene, there is nothing to say, it is really awesome.

Yujiang Nakamura led Ye Qingqing into the room. It was also neat and elegant, and looked very comfortable. An old lady in a home clothes sat on a rattan chair by the window knitted sweater and basked in the sun. When she heard the movement at the door, she turned her head and showed a kind smile.

"Xiao Youjiang is back, mom is still missing you just now!"

Yuike Nakamura blushed. He was already a man, but his mother still liked to call him Xiao Youjiang because he was the youngest son born to his mother at the age of 47. His eldest niece was six years older than him, and there were several nephews and nieces who were older than him.

Others have sisters and brothers taking care of their younger brothers, but their family is different. It is the niece and nephew who take him out to play. He was bullied outside and several nephews found the place for him.

Of course, his relationship with his brothers and sisters is also very good, but they all treat him as a son, and they still have a deeper relationship with his nephews and can speak their hearts.

The whole family called him Xiao Youjiang, including his nephews.

well!

Very helpless.

Yujiang Nakamura secretly thanked, but fortunately Ye Qingqing couldn't listen, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

"Mom, this is the Chinese miracle doctor I mentioned last time. I specially asked her to treat you." Yui Nakamura introduced Ye Qingqing.

Mrs. Nakamura stood up. She was short, with a hunched back, her face covered with traces of time, her hair was gray, but she looked very kind, and she was an old lady with a kind face.

Ye Qingqing noticed that the old lady was woven a small pink dress, which didn't look like she was for people to wear because she was too small.

Soon she knew who it was for, because on the old lady's rattan chair, an orange cat was lazily lying lazily and squinting her eyes to sleep. When she entered the house, she just raised her eyelids and continued to sleep.

The orange cat was wearing a tender green sweater, which was pink and tender. The old lady also knitted a love heart and knitted an equally pink bow for the cat, dressing like a little princess.

Ye Qingqing saluted the old lady. She had a good impression of this Nakamura. She was so loving to a cat, so she must be a kind person.

As soon as the old lady spoke, Ye Qingqing was even more surprised. She had a pure Northeast accent without any deviation. If she had not spoken fluent Japanese before, she would have really thought that the old lady would have been the Northeast.

"The little girl is so handsome. Sit down quickly and sit casually, just like her own home. She will go back to eat lunch at home. I will give you a whole pot of meat, cabbage, pork dumplings."

The kind Northeastern dialect gave Ye Qingqing an illusion of returning to China. This Chinese language is hundreds of times stronger than Nakamura Yujiang.

The old lady was still impatient and said that she was fine. She tied her apron, rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen, took out a large basin with mixed fillings, and then brought out a basin, as well as a large panel and rolling dough. The basin was filled with a large ball of dough. It seemed that the old lady had prepared to make dumplings, but she happened to catch up.
Chapter completed!