Grandma Gu pushed her spectacles up her nose, looking at Richard as she spoke. "Wow! This bird sure knows how to speak!"
"Gah gah! I'm a big bird! He's the small bird!" Richard pointed at Zhang Zian with a wing.
Zhang Zian didn't have the time nor the energy to give Richard a good dressing-down, and he asked Wang Qian to quickly bring over a chair for Grandma Gu to take a seat. What if she lost her footing and fell in his shop?
Grandma Gu still looked the same, wearing a sheepskin vest over a thick button down, a red armband on her arm, black pants, and a file clamped under her armpit, the picture of productivity.
"Grandma Gu, what brought you to our shop? There's nothing exciting happening, and I remembered I'd paid all of my maintenance and management fees last month." The moment Zhang Zian saw Grandma Gu, he naturally thought of all kinds of fees or fines that she might have been there for.
