Mo Lan was in the middle of feeding the two parrots which her husband had brought from the Amazon.
She waved to her beloved grandson at the sight of him. "Ran, come and listen to the new words that parrots have picked up from the TV. They are hilarious."
Jing Yiran walked forward and said to the two parrots, "What have you learnt, Little and Beauty? Say something to me!"
Jing Yiran had named these two parrots, so that they sounded like "Little Beauty" together.
He was here often, so the parrots knew him well. They started shouting at the sight of him. "Second Master, good-looking!"
Jing Yiran's sexy lips curved. "This is an old phrase. Get a new one!"
Little Beauty ignored him and continued to shout "Second Master, good-looking". A long while later, Little suddenly shouted, "I want you!"
Soon Beauty shouted too. "I will fight with you!"
