"Aiyoh, our Ping'an is finally back, I've missed you so much."
"Who's this Mongolia little Prince?"
As soon as Ping'an arrived at the doorstep, he rushed in. He had to tell his grandfather how many game he had hit.
In the living room, Lin Lishan was chatting with several women, and upon seeing him come back, she stood up in surprise and delight.
Ping'an immediately stopped in his tracks, glanced around, and saw many unfamiliar faces. He cheerfully said, "I've missed you so much too, grandma."
"Shanshan, is this your little grandson? He looks really good."
"Little friend, what's your name, and how old are you?"
Ping'an looked at his grandmother, who was just happily holding him and not introducing him to the others. How should he address these people then?
"Hello everyone, welcome to my home. My nickname is Zhou Ping'an, and my formal name is Zhang Mingxuan, almost four years old."
The women were amused and burst into laughter at his grown-up way of speaking.
