Noon.
At home.
Zhang Ye scarfed down his meal.
Chenchen had finished lunch much earlier and was playing "The King Sent Me on Mountain Patrol" on her cell phone. She went over to Zhang Ye's mother and held the phone out in front of her. "Grandma, Zhang Ye wrote this song for me."
His mother patted her head and smiled. "It's such a nice song."
Chenchen turned around. "Grandpa, Zhang Ye wrote this song for me."
His father nodded enthusiastically. "It's great. Granny and I both listened to it on the radio just now."
Chenchen said, "You can hear me singing in it as well."
His mother smiled. "You sang much better than Little Ye!"
Chenchen nodded. "Yup."
Zhang Ye was rolling his eyes at everything they said. "Don't you guys feel bad making such lies?"
His mother shot him a look. "With that lousy voice of yours, how can you be better at singing than our Chenchen?!"
