"Meng'er, how is it? Are you tired from standing? Shall I get someone to bring you a chair to sit on?" Elder Liu was afraid that his granddaughter would be tired. Every once in a while, he would lower his head and ask.
Chen Meng'er listened to her grandfather's words, and her forehead was about to be filled with black lines. Which family would welcome guests with a child sitting on a small chair? Chen Meng'er thought about her sitting among the three adults and found it hard to accept.
"No need, grandpa. I'm not tired yet," Chen Meng'er said obediently.
Mrs. Jin was extremely fond of Chen Meng'er, a little girl who looked as cute as a doll. Moreover, seeing that she was so obedient, she couldn't help but want to dote on her. "Meng'er, hold on a little longer. It's almost over. Grandma Jin will bring you to eat some delicious food later," Mrs. Jin bent down and said lovingly.
