Chapter 506: 139: Boss, where is your obsessive cleanliness? You look a lot like Mrs. Zheng when she was young_3
Catching crabs was tougher, requiring overturning each rock individually. Normally, only one crab would hide under a single rock. However, because no one usually caught them, Ni Yang spent three hours catching over thirty. Together with the snails, they filled almost half of the bucket.
Not being greedy, Ni Yang decided to return, believing there was enough to eat.
The snails and crabs both had to be left in clean water overnight. After they had disgorged any mud or sand, they could be cooked the next day.
The next day, Ni Yang woke up early.
She delivered the new clothes that she secretly bought days ago to Ni Cuihua’s room, “Happy birthday, Little Yunyun, do you dress?”
“Sister, hug.” Seeing Ni Yang, Little Ni Yun stretched her arms out for a hug.
Ni Cuihua smiled and said, “Yunyun has too many clothes already, why are you buying her more, Ni Yan? Stop wasting money.”
Ni Yang replied, “Today is Yunyun’s birthday, of course, she needs to wear a new dress. Mom, hurry up and help Yunyun try on the dress.”
The dress was a red set with the word ‘Fu’ (which means luck) printed on it. It looked very festive. Coupled with Little Ni Yun’s chubby stature, she looked just like a little Fuwa (Good-luck doll) when she put it on.
Little Ni Yun, now in her new dress, was ecstatic and couldn’t stop giggling. She gurgled, “Pretty! Pretty!”
“Yunyun, quickly thank your sister.”
Typically, birthday feasts are at midday. Therefore, after breakfast, Ni Yang began baking the cake.
The dough, kneaded and prepared the day before, rose very well. Just as Ni Yang placed the mold into the oven, voices could be heard outside.
The voices arrived before the people.
Yang Guobao and Mo Hudie, two little fellows, charged in from outside.
Mo Hudie rushed over and hugged Ni Yang, while Yang Guobao strategically stood aside, correcting her: “Sister Ni Yang, we agreed that you should call me Dabao, how could you forget?”
Ni Yang freed one hand to ruffle his hair, “Okay, okay, Dabao, Dabao.”
“Ni Yang.” Following that, Mo Qishen, Old Master Mo, Lady Mo, Lin Pingping, along with Wang Meifeng, Zhou Suhua, Yang Dahai, Yang Changzheng and others entered.
“Auntie Mo, Uncle Mo, Sister Pingping, Auntie Yang, Uncle Yang, Sister-in-law, Brother Yang, you’re all here!” Ni Yang was surprised.
As Ni Yang was now Mo Qishen’s girlfriend, a generation was added in between, so she changed the way she addressed Wang Meifeng’s relatives, else it would get a little disorganized.
As for kids Yang Guobao and Mo Hudie, she let them call her whatever they wanted.
Lady Mo smiled and said, “Today is Little Yunyun’s first birthday, how could we not come?”
In China, a child’s first birthday is very important. Usually, it is the child’s maternal grandmother who celebrates the birthday, but as Ni Yang had no kin in Beijing, Lady Mo had come instead. She planned to give Little Ni Yun a grand first birthday. While on their way here, they had run into Wang Meifeng’s family and so came together.
The more, the merrier.
Ni Yang didn’t tell anyone about Little Ni Yun’s birthday, even Mo Qishen was only subtly invited over for lunch. She was afraid that Lady Mo and Wang Meifeng would spend money when they found out. Besides wasting money, it’d be a waste of their time as well, given that it was a workday.
However, against her expectations, they had still come.
To say she wasn’t moved would be a lie.
Hearing the noise outside, Ni Cuihua immediately went out to welcome them, holding the child in her arms.
This was the first time that Ni Cuihua had met Old Master Mo and Lady Mo, so Ni Yang introduced them formally, “Mom, this is Brother Mo’s mother, and this is Brother Mo’s father. Uncle Mo, Auntie Mo, this is my mom, and this is my sister Ni Yun.”
Compared to Ni Cuihua, Old Master Mo and Lady Mo seemed much older.
After all, there was over a thirty-year age difference between them.
Ni Cuihua immediately put down the child and reached out to shake hands with Lady Mo and Old Master Mo. “Nice to meet you both, I’m Ni Yan’s mother.”
Lady Mo took Ni Cuihua’s hand and said emotionally, “Ni Yan’s mom, you’ve raised a wonderful daughter!” As Lady Mo looked at Ni Cuihua, she suddenly felt a strange sensation and continued, “Ni Yan’s mom, have we met before?”
She had a hunch that she and Ni Cuihua had met before, but she couldn’t recall where.
Ni Cuihua hesitated, “I don’t think so, maybe you’re mistaken.” Ni Cuihua had always been an ordinary countryside woman. If she had met someone like Lady Mo, who had an imposing aura, she wouldn’t have forgotten it.