"Little Red Riding Hood, you've grown up so fast. Grandma has recently been reminiscing about when you were very, very small."
"At that time, you were still in swaddling clothes, and when your parents brought you to live on the mountain, you were just... this tiny. I was worried you might not survive, but you turned out to be really tough and gradually grew up..."
The elderly lady gestured with her hands, recalling the old times.
Little Red Riding Hood was also visibly moved, her lips trembling as if she wanted to speak, but then she seemed to think of something and hesitated before closing her mouth again.
The old lady looked a bit disappointed to see this.
"It's getting dark. Little Red Riding Hood, you should go down the mountain with these brothers and sisters. Grandmother's wooden hut isn't a good place to spend the night."
"I'll eat the pastries on the table in a while... I won't waste your mother's kindness..."
