The driver uncle squinted quietly into the rearview mirror at Zhao Yu, who had fallen asleep on Ni Yang's shoulder, and asked, "Is she, is she really your daughter?"
Ni Yang nodded slightly.
The driver uncle felt that Ni Yang was teasing him, an old man. Clearly, they looked like sisters, yet she insisted they were mother and daughter. Did she really think he was so easily fooled?
It was not until they got out of the car, when Zhao Yu woke up in a daze and asked, "Mom, have we arrived?"
Ni Yang nodded, "Yes, we have arrived."
The driver uncle thought he was hallucinating, "Is she, is she really your daughter?"
"Yes." Ni Yang nodded.
"Then why does she speak Mandarin?" the driver uncle continued to ask.
Ni Yang smiled and replied, "This child left Shanghai at a very young age, so she doesn't really speak the Shanghai dialect."
The driver uncle nodded, "Oh, I see." But something still felt off to him...
Yet he couldn't remember what exactly was amiss.
