"Grandpa, Grandpa Sun, who won more today?"
"Of course it was me. Your grandpa never beats me," Grandpa Sun said proudly.
"I let you win,"
Grandpa Lan retorted, not convinced.
"I didn't ask you to let me win."
"You old codger! I'll make you lose and cry," Grandpa Lan said, getting red in the face.
"Bring it on! You think I'm afraid of you?"
The two old men bickered, something Lan Xin Ai was long used to.
"Xin Ai," Grandpa Lan called out.
"Yes, Grandpa?"
"Why didn't you bring Xiao Yan over?"
"It's only Thursday, Grandpa. Xiao Yan's vacation starts tomorrow." Lan Xin Ai poured two cups of hot tea and handed them to the two old men.
Grandpa Sun took a sip: "Tea poured by Xin Ai is just delicious."
"Grandpa Sun, you're teasing me,"
Lan Xin Ai chuckled; Grandpa Sun was the most humorous, and in this yard, she liked him the most.
"Are you saying my tea isn't good?" Grandpa Lan huffed.
"Your tea is just drinkable."
"Then don't drink it."
