"I do! You brought me osmanthus cake once, Grandfather Geng, when I was a little," Feng Jiu said with a grin, her face pure and innocent.
"Ah! Haha! What a memory you have, my little Feng girl. I haven't been to see your family in many years, and you still remember an old beard like me. What a sensible and well-behaved child you are!" said the old patriarch, as delighted to see her as if she were his own granddaughter, that is, if only his own granddaughter would remember him as well as she has, after all these years. What's more, he had only given the girl a few pieces of cake, and yet, to this day, she still remembered! What good manners!
If only others knew that he thought of her as such a pure and innocent child…
