"Grandpa, Grandma, look at the color of this duvet cover and bedsheet. It's really durable, thick, and so soft," Jiang Mianmian tugged on the old lady's hand, urging her to touch it.
The old lady's movements were unusually gentle: "The quilts at home are just fine and still usable. Why buy this? It's such a waste of money. Save your money to buy some books instead."
The old lady was all tough talk but soft-hearted; she was happy that her little granddaughter was showing her filial piety, though she felt a pang for the money. She couldn't bring herself to say anything reproachful to such a promising and dutiful granddaughter.
"Grandma, now that our family is doing better, you and Grandpa should enjoy life and use some good stuff," Jiang Mianmian nudged her grandma's arm, speaking softly.
Jiang Dashan felt gratified seeing his little granddaughter being so filial to the two elders; this child truly had a filial heart.
