At four thirty in the afternoon, Old Sir Qin leisurely arrived.
Qin Mei went to open the door.
"Grandpa." The little girl called out adorably, and Old Sir Qin smiled so hard his eyes crinkled into one yuan, "Good girl."
He walked in, and Rong Yan came out to see him.
"Grandpa."
"Ah. Come here, try these lychees, I bought them this morning, they're still very fresh."
Rong Yan was pleasantly surprised by the gift Old Sir Qin brought; she indeed didn't have the variety of lychee fruit in her space.
After consuming some, would it be possible to plant the leftover seeds in her space and grow her own lychees?
She reached out directly to accept them, "Grandpa, I really like this, thank you."
Old Sir Qin always appreciated his granddaughter-in-law's straightforward personality, not coquettish like some others.
"If you like them, I'll buy you more next time."
