Chapter 48 Unhappy
"..." Su Ronggui blushed, speechless. Should he admit it or not?
It turned out he didn’t need to speak; Grandma came to deliver zongzi, smiling widely, "That’s right! My grandson, when he was young, loved to talk. Even when he couldn’t speak yet, he’d babble to anyone who’d listen, and they couldn’t understand him! By the time he was eight or nine months old, he could say many words! He spoke earlier than other kids! With him around, the whole house was like a buzz of activity! That’s why we called him Gugu!"
Really? Tu Hengsha stole a glance at him, finding it hard to imagine this man of few words used to be a little chatterbox. But when talking about childhood, she instantly recalled the boy with the rainbow lollipop, who, upon their first meeting, told her, "Grandma said, when you’re sad, your heart is sour, but eating a piece of candy can make it sweet again."
Back then, he was a warm-hearted little fellow...
So the Grandma he spoke of was indeed this Grandma Xu in front of them! Looking at the kindly smiling Grandma, she secretly equated the sentence that had warmed her entire childhood and affected her lifelong eating preferences with Grandma’s smile.
As for Grandma exposing his "dark" history so openly, Su Ronggui was utterly helpless, "Grandma..."
Grandma hurriedly placed the zongzi down and laughed, "Alright, alright, I won’t say any more! Eat the zongzi! Grandma’s going to make noodles! I won’t disturb your chatting!" Seeing Fan Yue get up, she immediately understood her intention, signaling her to sit down, "Yueyue, and girl, don’t think about helping Grandma, just chatting with Gugu is the biggest help to Grandma!"
Su Ronggui had already given up trying to deal with the name "Gugu"...
Tu Hengsha and Fan Yue were both journalists, making them extra sensitive to people’s expressions and surroundings due to their profession. They vaguely noticed that Grandma Xu seemed both happy and cautious in front of Su Ronggui, afraid of not hosting him well. This was evident from the plate of zongzi on the table; Grandma had already peeled them, so they only had to eat.