"Alright then," the middle-aged woman sighed. "Your family really is pitiful. Having a grandson would give you old folks something to look forward to."
"Isn't that the truth," the old Lady Song was at peace thinking about the chubby grandson she'd soon hold in her arms. Today seemed brighter, the path wider, and life was looking up.
"Big sister…" Old Lady Song hurriedly grabbed the middle-aged woman's hand. "Please, give me the medicine. I won't forget your kindness if I have a grandson. I'll definitely repay you well."
"Listen to you," she reassured, patting the old woman's hand. "We're neighbors from Jiefang Street. Of course, I'll help if I can. Don't worry, this medicine is a secret recipe passed down in my family. As long as we have the right ingredients, it's guaranteed to work."
The two elderly women talked about grandsons and the medicine, building up the non-existent grandson as something extraordinary. They even picked out a name for him.
