"Where's the remote?"
"...I'll look for it." Grandma went to the room to search.
Soon, she handed the remote to Chen Yuan.
Then, she watched as he turned on the TV and fiddled with it for a while before getting it to work.
"Grandma, how loud do you want it?"
"...A bit louder, yes, that's good."
"Okay." Chen Yuan put that remote in the cabinet and then handed her another remote, "Grandma, from now on, just use this remote to change the channels, don't touch anything else. Otherwise, if it gets messed up, I can only come help you again next Chinese New Year."
As soon as he said this, Grandma's eyes lit up.
The blue on her head instantly turned red.
It was truly simple.
Chen Yuan knew that if cleaning didn't make her red, it meant that wasn't what she really cared about.
She could clean by herself.
But she couldn't adjust the TV on her own.
Her son hadn't been back for years, and no one had helped her adjust it.
So, it had just sat there, gathering dust.
