"Big bad wolf knocked on the door and said, 'Little Red Riding Hood, it's me, grandma. Open the door, I brought cakes for you'." Inside the child's bedroom, the bedside lamp glowed warmly. Song Fang sat on the edge of the bed as she read the fairy tale to her daughter. She mimicked the wolf's wicked tone and said, "Little Red Riding Hood, please open the door. Grandma has journeyed for so long and I'm tired. And the cake is melting, please open the door."
Her six-year-old daughter, Hui Li listened attentively. Her small face scrunched up with nervousness as her eyes blinked. Actually this was not the first time little Hui Li heard the story of Little Red Riding Hood but it was her favourite story.
