She had guessed correctly, Shen Mianmian was a bit puzzled, "Old Grandpa, shouldn't you have a pension now? How come..."
She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was already quite clear.
The old man sighed heavily, "It's a long story, all because of my good-for-nothing grandson."
Upon hearing this, Shen Mianmian pretty much understood the gist of it, that the grandson must not have turned out well and had spent all his pension—this kind of thing wasn't rare in any era.
Her suspicions about the old man were also dispelled.
"Old Grandpa, we'll be at home tomorrow too. You can come over for lunch with us, it's just me and Xiaoxi here, one more person won't make a difference. If you're willing, you can come over for meals every Saturday and Sunday; we have school from Monday to Friday, but we're always home on the weekends."
