"Really?" Changqing was happy.
After their meal, Changqing pulled Song Chuyi over to the backyard to pick some waxberries.
Song Chuyi wasn't very fond of waxberries and also disliked that there were bugs on the waxberry tree, so he leaned lazily in a shady spot alone and watched the woman who was busy eating waxberries under the tree. He couldn't bear to watch her continue picking and eating anymore and said, "Can you wash the waxberries first before eating them?"
"I can't; they're so sweet." Changqing pointed at the waxberry tree with delight. "I personally planted this."
Song Chuyi smiled and glanced at Grandma Yan, who was standing by the window with a walking stick, sewing and mending clothes and he suddenly understood how Changqing could still be so innocent despite growing up in a single-parent family.
