"Give this to Grandpa to drink, Grandpa drinks it, and he won't have any pain." Chenchen said in a childish voice, gesturing and touching her little knee, "The Grandpa at home doesn't hurt either."
Chenchen always called Tang Zhengde Grandpa, and since Lian He's also Grandpa, Chenchen decided to call Tang Zhengde Grandpa of the house.
"Chenchen is so good." Lian He hugged Chenchen, kissed her soft cheeks, and asked, "Who made the wine?"
"Mom made it." Chenchen tilted her head, blinking her round eyes, "Mom said, Grandpa's leg hurts, it shouldn't be cold, Grandpa, I'll blow on it, and then it won't hurt."
Chenchen hurriedly ran over, and blew on Lian He's knee, her adorable little look melted everyone's hearts.
"They say daughters are little cotton-padded jackets; I think this saying couldn't be more true." Old Sir Lian laughed heartily.
