Chapter 2212: Pure Northeastern Accent

Nakamura Yujiang's house is in a very quiet alley. It is not a community, but an independent house. There is a plaque hanging at the door. Ye Qingqing recognizes the two characters "Nakamura" on it. It is probably similar to the Chinese "palace" or a certain mansion.

The door of the house is full of flowers. It is very beautiful and clean. The hygiene of our country is really amazing.

Nakamura Yujiang led Ye Qingqing into the house. The house was also clean and elegant, and it looked very comfortable. An old lady in home clothes was sitting on a rattan chair by the window knitting a sweater and basking in the sun. When she heard the movement at the door, she turned her head and smiled kindly.

"Little Yujiang is back. Mom was missing you just now!"

Nakamura Yujiang blushed. He was already a man, but his mother still loved to call him Xiao Yujiang, because he was the youngest son born by his mother at the age of 47 at the risk of her life. His oldest niece was six years older than him, and there were several nephews and nieces older than him.

In other families, it is the elder sisters and elder brothers who take care of the younger brother, but it is different in his family. It is his nieces and nephews who take him out to play. When he is bullied outside, it is his nephews who help him get back on his feet.

Of course, he has a good relationship with his elder brothers and sisters, but they all treat him as their son. He still has a deeper relationship with his nephews and can talk to them from the heart.

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

Alas!

So helpless.

Nakamura Youjiang secretly rejoices that Ye Qingqing doesn't hear it, otherwise he will be embarrassed.

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

Mrs. Nakamura stood up. She was short, her back was a little hunched, her face was full of traces of time, her hair was gray, but she looked very kind, a kind-looking old lady.

Ye Qingqing noticed that the old lady knitted a small pink dress, which did not look like it was for people to wear because it was too small.

Soon she knew who it was for, because on the old lady's rattan chair, a fat orange cat was lying lazily, sleeping with its eyes squinting. When she entered the room, it just raised its eyelids and continued to sleep.

The orange cat was wearing a light green sweater, which was a tender pink color. The old lady also knitted a heart and a pink bow for the cat, dressing it up like a little princess.

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

When the old lady spoke, Ye Qingqing was even more surprised. She spoke in a pure Northeastern accent, without any deviation. If she hadn't spoken fluent Japanese before, she would have thought the old lady was from the Northeast.

"Little girl, you are so pretty. Come sit down. Sit anywhere. It's like home. When we have lunch later, I will make you a pot of pork dumplings and cabbage pork dumplings."

The friendly Northeastern dialect made Ye Qingqing feel like she was back home. Her Chinese was hundreds of times better than Nakamura Yue's.

The old lady was impatient. She put on an apron, rolled up her sleeves and went into the kitchen. She brought out a large bowl with the stuffing mixed in it. Then she brought out another bowl, a large board and a rolling pin. In the bowl was a large ball of dough that had been proofed. It seemed that the old lady had already prepared dumplings, and she just happened to catch up.