Tristan and Zhen-Zhen sat down on the bench that was located in the middle of the flower garden. Tristan just finished telling Zhen-Zhen the names of the different flowers in the surroundings.
"Among the flowers here, tell me what do you like most? Then I will pluck those flowers for you," Tristan said to Zhen-Zhen, pointing out the flowers around them.
"Grandpa cherishes this garden so much because of grandma. Will he allow you to pick up some flowers here?" Zhen-Zhen asked him, feeling worried that Grandpa Lu might get angry.
A husky laugh escaped Tristan's mouth then he shook his head.
"I don't think so. I think grandpa will not mind if I pluck a flower here. Besides, I was the only person allowed by grandma to pick up some flowers here. That was our bonding moments before." Tristan said confidently.
"Hmm I could also see that grandpa likes you more than his own grandson," he added, pretending to be upset.
