Chapter 893 - : Chives Scrambled Eggs (1/2)

Although the words of the rickshaw grandpa had arrived suddenly, Ling Hong still answered. After all, he was quite familiar with this rickshaw grandpa and someone staring beside so he had to behave himself.

“Yes,” Ling Hong nodded.

“Your grandfather is surnamed Ling as well?” asked the rickshaw grandpa.

“Of course,” Ling Hong felt like laughing. Of course his grandfather’s surname was Ling.

When the rickshaw saw Ling Hong nodding, he blanked out for a while before raising his head again.

Grandfather Ling seemed to have understood something as well. However, he was afraid that his feeling was misleading him and thus, he did not say anything.

“Little Six? You are Ling Little Six?” asked the rickshaw grandpa while gazing at Grandfather Ling.

“How did you know that?” asked Grandfather Ling when he heard the name he had never heard of for a long time. He was the sixth child in the family and was thus known as Ling Little Six back when he was younger.

“Haha, so it’s really you! Ling Little Six, oh Ling Little Six. You seem much sturdier than you were during your youth. No wonder I couldn’t recognize you anymore. It has been decades since we last met,” said the rickshaw grandpa as he roared with laughter.

The rickshaw grandpa seemed excited, to the point the wrinkles on his face seemed to be rolling out. As he spoke, he clapped on Grandfather Ling’s shoulders.

Pa! Pa! The rickshaw grandpa applied quite a lot of force onto the slap, creating a resounding sound.

Ling Hong grew anxious when he saw the rickshaw grandpa slapping his grandfather so hard, to the point his grandfather’s suit was creased.

After all, his grandfather was placed extreme emphasis on his appearance, and would never wear any clothes with so much as a crease on it. But Grandfather Ling seemed to be blanking out, not responding at all.

“Class Monitor Jia? You’re Class Monitor Jia?” asked him with his eyes fixed on the rickshaw grandpa after a while.

This was the first time Ling Hong had seen so much excitement in his grandfather. His grandfather was so excited his face was flushed red while his hands were tightly grabbing onto the rickshaw grandpa’s hands.

“Haha, what do you mean by fake class monitor. I am the real class monitor,” said the rickshaw grandpa with a laugh as he held his excitement in. [1. The Jia in Class Monitor Jia sounds the same as fake in Chinese.]

“So it’s really you, class monitor. Class monitor, you… why…” Grandfather Ling stepped forth and pushed Ling Hong out of the way and grabbed at the rickshaw grandpa’s hands before he started looking him up and down.

Just like that, the two ignored everyone else and sized each other up, behaving like long-separated brothers.

As for Ling Hong, he silently stepped backward, moving to a distance that would not intrude upon the two.

“What about me? I look younger than you, right? From your looks, it is obvious you are always worrying about many things,” said the rickshaw grandpa proudly as he looked at Grandfather Ling’s white hair.

“But, class monitor, you were the one to lead us into battles all those years ago. You are a war hero. Why… why…” Grandfather Ling was unable to finish his words.

The rickshaw grandpa was truly dressed too ordinarily. With one look, it was obvious that although his clothes were clean, they were very cheap. Even, the coloring on the sleeves was fading. This gave off an impression that the rickshaw grandpa was living a miserable life.

“Stop the nonsense. I’m living a good life. Don’t you see me eating here? The food of Boss Yuan is expensive yet delicious. A foodie like me won’t be able to stop eating here,” said the rickshaw grandpa with a wave of his hand.

Grandfather Ling wanted to say more, but when he saw that the rickshaw grandpa did not seem to care about his current life, he stopped himself and said something else instead, “How have you been all these years, Class Monitor Jia?”

“I’m good. You should call me Brother Jia instead,” said the rickshaw grandpa with a wide smile.