"No. I'm not tired…"
"But you're crying, Grandpa," Little Bean pointed at the old man's eyes and said.
"I was just thinking that… if your mommy was here, we'd be so happy as a family." The professor let out a deep sigh.
"Grandpa, when Daddy wakes up, he'll find Mom. I'm sure he will. Please don't cry."
Seeing the sadness on her grandpa's face, Little Bean tried to comfort him.
"You're right. I'll go and make the antidote to wake up your dad."
He took out a toolbox he had brought with him, put it on the table in the living room, and began to work.
"Sis…" Little Bean leaned over to Pudding.
"Are you going to eat my steak?" Pudding glanced at Little Bean mildly.
"Humph. Do you think I'm so shallow? I wanted to ask you if you think Grandpa looks indeed like Mom."
"Of course. I told you he's Mom's father. Of course, they look alike." Pudding lowered her head and continued with her steak.
