"Granny, Tie Tou is strong and can do it himself. You don't need to help," Tie Tou, though simple-minded, was no fool. He knew full well the kind of person his granny from Mo Hong's family was and refused to let her touch anything he was holding.
After Mrs. Hong tried and failed to snatch it several times, she lost her temper and, with a long face, said, "What's this, are you deliberately withholding it, huh? Don't forget, I'm your granny. You'd dare to be disobedient, it's unfilial! Hand over what's in your hand to me, quick!"
"Granny, it's not like that..." Tie Tou wouldn't let go, and with his clumsy tongue, he didn't know how to explain his filial piety. He was so anxious that he broke out in sweat on his forehead.
"Hmph, do you still acknowledge me as your granny? Then hand it over to granny!" Mrs. Hong sneered triumphantly. She did not believe she couldn't handle such a blockhead!
"Alright, alright…"
