"Of course I do. Just wait, this is a very precious gift." Ye Yiyi put on a mysterious and smug face, rummaging through her small bag until she finally pulled out...
Ye Lu was gobsmacked. It was a tiny glass bottle filled with mini paper cranes.
Holy crap, isn’t this from the two-dollar store?
"Two-dollar store?" She couldn’t help but lean in.
The little girl rolled her eyes and lowered her voice, "It’s from the ten-dollar store, but the paper cranes inside are hand-folded by . Hand-folded! Do you understand? Anything made by Ye Yiyi is priceless."
Ye Lu was speechless. Despite being frugal herself, she didn’t expect to have such a miserly daughter.
"Paper cranes?" Ling Kong held it in his hand, his eyes widening. Even though he was old, he had never received a gift from such a young girl.
Usually, the gifts he received were either swanky cars, helicopters, cruise ships, or high-tech weapons and various satellite equipnt.
"Hey, could you not show such an obvious dislike? This is hand made by . The gift itself may be small, but the sentint is not. You should be grateful and show an exhilarated expression, and imdiately fall at my feet with gratitude."
The little girl was on her hips in an instant, full of dissatisfaction.
"You made it?" Ling Kong eyed her skeptically.
"Of course." Ye Yiyi said confidently, and then took out a folded paper crane. With pride she asked, "Isn’t it pretty? This is the first ti I’ve made sothing like this, but I nailed it. isn’t it amazing!"
"It is indeed amazing." Ye Lu looked at the pitiful paper crane, "I didn’t know that paper cranes can be fat and thin. One is so fat and the other is so thin. The wings aren’t symtrical; one is bigger than the other. Can it fly? The most important thing is, why are all the heads tilted?"
"Mommy, you’re so an--" The little girl stared at her angrily, "I’m not going to show you. It’s my first ti making these."
Ling Kong held back a laugh, "It’s so ugly, it must indeed be hand-made by you."
"You, you dare to dislike my stuff, I won’t give it to you." Ye Yiyi, furious, tried to snatch the bottle from his hand.
But Ling Kong quickly stashed it away, "Once it’s in my hands, don’t even think of getting it back. It might be a little ugly, but it’s uniquely ugly."
In contrast to the expensive gifts he usually received, which were rely a representation of money and devoid of thought or sentint, these paper cranes were priceless, even though they were made by this lazy little girl during her spare ti.
Imagining her sitting in front of a table, tilting her head, folding an ugly, fat, and crooked-headed paper crane, he felt genuinely ward.
"Humph, by the way, I’ve written words inside each paper crane. I wrote them all by hand. You can open one each year."
Filled with curiosity, Ling Kong counted twelve paper cranes in total. If he opened one each year, by the ti he would have opened them all, she would be eighteen years old. At this thought, the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile.
Did this little girl seriously plan on marrying him when she grew up?
Although nobody could predict the future, let alone the hoard of won who would be after him when he grew up. Even now, many large clans were eager to introduce their young daughters to him. However, he found won to be nothing but trouble.
Having a mommy and a sister was enough headache for him.
But now, he found himself with a hint of anticipation.
"Alright, alright, ti to get on the plane." Ye Lu ushered her daughter onto the plane, and then sincerely thanked the young master.
If it weren’t for his help that night getting her into the banquet, she wouldn’t have had such a fortunate turn of events.
Reviews
All reviews (0)