Chapter 2212： pure northeastern accent

Nakamura Youjiang's house is located in a very quiet alley. It is not a community, but an independent house. There is a plaque at the door. The word Nakamura on it, Ye Qingqing, is familiar to him. A certain mansion is about the same.

The door of the house is full of flowers, it is very beautiful, and it is very neat and clean. In terms of hygiene, I really have nothing to say, it is really awesome.

Nakamura Yujiang led Ye Qingqing into the house, which was also neat and elegant, and looked very comfortable. An old lady in home clothes was sitting on a rattan chair by the window, knitting a sweater, basking in the sun, and when she heard the movement at the door, she twisted and twisted. Over his head, he showed a kind smile.

"Xiao Youjiang is back, mom was still missing you just now!"

Nakamura Yujiang blushed, he was already a man, but his mother still called him Xiao Youjiang, because he was the youngest son of his mother who risked his life at the age of 47, and his oldest niece was even older than him. He is six years older and has several nephews and nieces older than him.

In other people's homes, older sisters and older brothers take care of the younger brothers, but his home is different. It was his niece and nephew who took him out to play. He was bullied outside, and several nephews helped him find a place.

Of course, his relationship with his brothers and sisters is also very good, but they all treat him as a son, and he still has a deeper relationship with a few nephews and can talk to his heart.

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

Ugh!

so helpless.

Nakamura Yujiang secretly rejoiced, but fortunately Ye Qingqing didn't listen, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

"Mom, this is the Chinese genius doctor I mentioned last time. I specially invited her to treat you." Nakamura Yujiang introduced Ye Qingqing.

Mrs. Nakamura got up, she was short, her back was a little crooked, her face was covered with traces of years, her hair was gray, but she looked very kind and a kind old lady.

Ye Qingqing noticed that the old lady was knitting a small pink dress, which didn't look like it was for people, 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, squinting to sleep, and she just raised her eyelids when she entered the house. , then go back to sleep.

The orange cat was wearing a small green sweater, which was pink and tender. The old lady also knitted a heart and knitted the same pink bow for the cat, dressed like a little princess.

Ye Qingqing saluted the old lady. She has a good impression of Mrs. Nakamura. She is so loving towards a cat, she must be a kind person.

When the old lady opened her mouth, Ye Qingqing was even more surprised. She had a pure Northeastern accent, without any deviation. If she hadn't spoken fluent Japanese before, she really thought that the old lady would be the Northeastern person.

"The little girl is really handsome, sit down, sit down casually, just like your own home, go back home for lunch, and I'll make you a whole pot of meat, cabbage and pork dumplings."

The cordial Northeastern dialect gave Ye Qingqing the illusion of returning to China. This Chinese is hundreds of times stronger than Yujiang Nakamura.

The old lady was still impatient. She put on an apron, rolled up her sleeves, and went into the kitchen. She held out a large basin with the stuffing mixed in it, and then brought out a basin with a large panel and a Rolling out the dough stick, there was a large lump of woke dough in the basin, it seemed that the old lady had already prepared dumplings, and she just caught up.