As the rice available for sale today was sold out, the grain shop gradually quietened down.
After the crowd dispersed, Little Ah Yu, who was standing at the door, appeared especially eye-catching.
"Hey, isn't this Ah Yu of the Wang Family? Why are you here? Where's your parents?" When the shopkeeper saw Little Ah Yu, he walked over with a smile and patted her little head.
Little Ah Yu held her head. "Uncle Shopkeeper, Ah Yu is already three years old. You can't touch my head. I won't grow tall!"
The shopkeeper was amused. "Ah Yu is three years old. Not bad. When our child was three years old, he wasn't as tall as you."
As he spoke, the shopkeeper gestured at his waist and pointed at Little Ah Yu's head. "You're taller than him. Girls shouldn't grow too tall."
