Ni Yang recalled how she had raced the car on the way over, and Wu Yanyun continued, "Yangyang, take it slow on your way back."
"Mhm," Ni Yang nodded, "I will."
However, before even a blink of an eye, the car had already disappeared from Wu Yanyun’s view.
This, this is way too fast, isn’t it?
What happened to driving slowly?
Wu Yanyun opened her mouth in disbelief.
Ni Yang hadn’t felt this adrenaline rush of speed in a long time.
In her previous life, because of Beijing’s traffic congestion, she would go to official race tracks to experience the thrill of racing.
But now in the 80s, Beijing’s traffic signals were still not fully functional, and it was difficult for an ordinary family to buy even a bicycle—where could traffic congestion come from?
Without traffic restrictions or speed limits, and without waiting for traffic lights, the boss Ni was very satisfied.
Passersby were continuously amazed.
"This is too impressive!" Du Jiaojiao’s eyes widened as she quickly tugged on Grandpa Du’s sleeve, "Look over there."
Grandpa Du remained calm, twirling his Buddha Beads, "I saw it."
To Du Jiaojiao, it might be incredibly impressive, but for Grandpa Du, it was nothing unusual.
He had once driven while being pursued, navigating unharmed through a hail of bullets.
Such a small trick could only deceive a naive girl like Du Jiaojiao.
Without a second thought, he knew it was something a rich young man would use to attract girls.
Just then, a strand of long hair floated out of the car window, tracing a perfect arc through the air.
Grandpa Du raised his eyebrows slightly.
"My goodness! The driver is actually a woman!" Du Jiaojiao nearly jumped for joy, "Did you see that just now?"
Women drivers in this era were rare, Du Jiaojiao included.
In this era, a woman driving was a novelty, so
Grandpa Du remained calm, "I saw it."
Du Jiaojiao looked at him with disdain, "How can you look so unexcited?"
"There’s nothing to be excited about," Grandpa Du said in a bland tone.
Du Jiaojiao shook her head, "Ah, it’s so boring to be with someone like you."
Grandpa Du said nothing, calmly twirling his Buddha Beads.
Du Jiaojiao went on to say, "I’ve decided, from today on, I’m going to learn to drive!"
Grandpa Du replied, "I’ll have Ziqi teach you."
"Can’t you teach me yourself?" Du Jiaojiao knew Grandpa Du was a good driver.
"Don’t worry, Ziqi has more than enough skill to teach you," Grandpa Du assured her.
Du Jiaojiao did not say much more.
Ni Yang parked the car in front of Fragrant Beauty and then walked in.
Coincidentally, Fragrant Beauty was also Du Jiaojiao and Grandpa Du’s destination.
Seeing the familiar sedan, Du Jiaojiao exclaimed in surprise, "Isn’t that the car we just saw?"
"Indeed it is," Grandpa Du had a good memory for license plate numbers.
"I really want to see what the driver looks like," Du Jiaojiao continued, "But the most important thing right now is to fill our stomachs, let’s go in quickly."
The waiter led the two upstairs, "The usual for both of you?"
"Mhm," Du Jiaojiao nodded, "He’s vegetarian."
Grandpa Du’s hand paused while twirling the Buddha Beads, ultimately remaining silent.
The taste of Fragrant Beauty’s dishes really was beyond reproach, even a simple vegetarian dish was full of color, fragrance, and flavor.
When the two left Fragrant Beauty, the sedan was still parked at the entrance.
"Huh, that person hasn’t left yet, shall we stand here for a bit and see what the driver looks like?" suggested Du Jiaojiao.
"I’m not as bored as you," Grandpa Du said lacklusterly.
Du Jiaojiao had anticipated the response and waved her hand, "Never mind, let’s go back."
As soon as they returned to Mansion Deming, the manager came over carrying a birdcage, "Grandpa Du, we just caught this mynah; it’s very smart and can even talk!"
Grandpa Du’s main interests were usually feeding fish and playing with birds, so Mansion Deming had a pond full of imported koi.
Hearing about the talking mynah, Grandpa Du’s interest was piqued, "Oh? What can it say?"
The manager thought for a moment, then said, "I think it’s... ’Ying ying’? Yes, that’s it! ’Ying ying’!"
Just then, the bird in the cage thrashed its wings fiercely and snapped, "Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!"
At this, the manager’s face showed an embarrassed expression, "It really was saying ’Ying ying’ just now..."
Grandpa Du said, "Let it go."