Smoke rose from the old courtyard as the aroma of cooking wafted out.
Grandma's life here was simple; four chickens roamed the yard, and a big yellow dog was tethered in the doghouse, next to her very own apple orchard, which was not yet ripe.
Actually, Lu Bu'er wasn't so averse to pretending to be boyfriends and girlfriends. After all, it was just a show, and not for real, but the problem was that the bad woman's family background was too good. He feared being seen as a gold-digger, and it would be very awkward.
But as it turned out, his worries were completely unnecessary.
Because Grandma was very enthusiastic and kind towards him.
She didn't see him as a gold-digger at all.
She even overlooked his white hair.
"You must be Little Deer, right?"
As if Grandma had always known about his existence, she immediately got up from the lounge chair, propped herself up with a cane, led him into the house, and even wanted to help him with his things.
