Timothy obediently brought over the little stool and quietly watched him.
As the old man took a sip of tea, a look of surprise flashed across his face.
Timothy, who had been watching him, quickly asked, "Grandpa Clarkson, is the tea especially good?"
The old man nodded, "Yes, the taste is quite unique. What kind of tea is this?"
Timothy chuckled, feeling quite proud.
"This is something my mom made. I don't know what kind of tea it is."
The smile on the old man's face froze. For a moment, he didn't know whether to put the tea down or take another sip.
Timothy didn't know that his grandfather had ever looked for trouble with his mother, let alone that he and his sister were considered nuisances by his grandfather. All he wanted to do was to take good care of his grandfather during his rare visit.
"My mom can make a lot of snacks too. Wait a moment, Grandpa Clarkson, let me get some for you to try."
