Excitedly, Granny Hua arrived at Tian Sangsang's house. The yard gate was open, and Granny Hua swaggered in without so much as a greeting.
Granny Hua scrutinized Tian Sangsang's courtyard with judgmental eyes. Oh my, what a mess. The vegetable patch only had a few scallions sticking out, though they were a vibrant green; the chicken coop housed just one chicken, even though it was plump and round. Glancing inward from the yard, the doorway looked shabby, and the inside seemed bare, as if there wasn't a single decent thing in there.
"Sangsang, Sangsang! Are you home?"
Inside, Meng Shuyan, who was waiting for his mother to return with water, heard the noise. He jumped off his chair with a thud, walked to the doorway, and cautiously poked his head out, his pretty little face tight: "Who are you?"
"Ah! You must be Tian Sangsang's son?" Granny Hua's eyes lit up as she spoke, reaching out to touch him. This boy's hair was simply irresistible—just looking at it made her itch to pat it.
