"Grandma, you don't need to fuss over us, we're not strangers, and we're not going to be shy. Quickly sit down, holding the child must be heavy." Liu Rong pulled her grandmother toward a chair, making the old lady laugh until her eyes squinted.
Li Shi on the side also laughed and said, "Rong is right, Grandma, I'm not cold, but you've been busy all morning and must be tired now." Saying this, she helped the old lady to a chair together.
"What could tire me out at home?" She said that, but her heart was indeed warm, then picked up a sweet and soft-baked sweet potato from the coal brazier and handed it to Li Shi. "This is a sweet potato, very sweet. Peel it and feed it to the child. My great-grandson has had a tough journey; hurry and eat something sweet to warm your stomach."
"Thank you, Grandma," Li Shi accepted it without any hesitation.
