Dajun led them into the alley, pointing to a brick house and whispering:
"That's the house, see it? There's a delicate girl sitting at the door, let's walk quietly, don't startle her."
Yu Xia looked left and right, feeling that the girl wasn't exactly synonymous with delicate.
The person was blocking half the doorway, quite the horizontal view.
Following their lead, she lowered her steps and whispered, "May I ask if that girl is called Dazhuang?"
Wei Yaoyao covered her mouth, unable to suppress her laughter.
Dajun gave her an appreciative glance but shook her head no.
Yu Xia breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard her say, "Dazhuang is still too gentle. They were afraid the name couldn't hold them down, so they gave her a more manly one."
This piqued Wei Yaoyao's curiosity: "…What name?"
Dazhuang isn't manly enough?
Dajun: "Gang Dan."
All three froze: "…?"
Dajun was delighted: "Manly enough, right? This was thought up by dozens of people in our Guawazi village!"
