Xiu had placed a cushion on Xin Zimen's lap and put her head on it. In this way, she could see Xin Zimen's face without having to move around her head. Also, this allowed Xin Zimen to stroke her hair lovingly.
As he ate the flower pies she brought with his favorite tea, he felt like all the tiredness he had accumulated in the day had been shed off instantly. And since Xiu was a chatterbox, how could she not tell him about all sorts of things?
But as she continued to speak animatedly, he continued to listen attentively with a doting look in his eyes. He was neither impatient nor tired. He could listen to his daughter for hours, no, days! He'd definitely never get tired of her voice.
"You know your grandson is so unruly. Whenever I'm trying to dress him up, he always kicks my jaw with his small feet. One day I'm gonna eat his cute paws that always try to hit me. Also, he laughs so loud after hurting me that it makes me want to pinch him hard!"
