Jiang Jiu glared at him, "You're talking nonsense again!"
Jiang Siyan shrugged, "It wasn't me who said it, Grandpa did."
"Hmph, I can't be bothered with you."
As the two of them walked out, someone called out to them on the road, "Jiang Jiu, Jiang Siyan?"
Turning around, they saw a portly man approaching. He wore a floral shirt, black shorts, a thick gold chain around his neck, a bald head, and had dark skin, which made his head look like a boiled egg at first glance.
Confused, Jiang Jiu sized up the man, then heard the boiled egg exclaim cheerfully, "Couldn't recognize me, could you? It's me, Fatty Ye, Ye Feixiang!"
Immediately, an image of a chubby, tiger-headed boy popped into Jiang Jiu's mind, "It's you!"
Ye Feixiang smiled and said, "You two are dressed so stylishly, I hardly dared to recognize you. Are you back for a visit?"
Jiang Siyan nodded, "Just here to look around."