Little Yanyan's excitement about finally eating at a fast-food restaurant came to a screeching halt, like a chick running headfirst into a glass door.
"Sorry, Yanyan," Shen Yuan said with an apologetic smile as their car cruised past the fried chicken place his son had chosen. "We can't have your favourite fried chicken tonight. Grandpa Shen suddenly invited us to dinner."
"Eh?!" The little boy slumped instantly, his bright mood deflating like a popped balloon. No! His dream of tasting that golden, crispy fried chicken couldn't just vanish like that!
"Daddy, what if we buy some takeout and share it with Grandpa?" Yanyan suggested carefully. Unlike his paternal grandparents, his bond with Grandpa Shen was as thin as a single strand of hair from a balding uncle. He wasn't sure if that grandpa—who treated luxury like a religion—would tolerate the scent of fried chicken in his fancy dining room.
