How would Xuxu be so weak or frail? The most dangerous thing would probably be food or medicine…
She had been absentmindedly tapping her fingers on the table. She paused for a bit.
The old man was taken aback. "How did you know that your grandmother worked in the fields?"
Xuxu rolled her eyes at him. She then spun her head away from her grandfather with the intention of ignoring him.
Her words didn't entirely assure the old man. "This society is still pretentious after all. So how could you not be?"
Xuxu closed her eyes and didn't respond.
She finished her noodles. Xuxu comfortably settled herself on the deck chair afterward.
Every time she visited her grandfather, she would feel peaceful and contented after a meal—even if it was merely a bowl of rice.
