"No need to be polite with your Auntie. I've been doing this work for so many years—whether it's more or less, it's all the same to me, just something handy to do." Aunt Zhong spoke with sweat dripping like raindrops from her forehead, even though she had a straw hat on. She wiped her face again and asked, "So, why did you bring Yanyan along?"
"Granny Zhong, don't blame Mom, it's me who wanted to come help." Meng Shuyan lifted his head and said softly.
Aunt Zhong's fondness for Meng Shuyan was written all over her face. She reached out to wipe the child's sweat. What a poor little thing—his soft, fair cheeks were already turning red from the sun.
She talked about taking off her own hat to put it on Meng Shuyan.
Noticing her movement, Tian Sangsang quickly stopped her. "Auntie, I've got a hat here. Look at me—I got so caught up in talking with them that I forgot how the sun has been growing stronger."
