"The furniture Uncle makes is really good."
"The cabinets at my house are especially practical."
Pei Yicheng's lips seemed as if they were coated in honey.
Xu Nianhua looked at him in surprise and asked, "Yicheng, I still remember the first time I met you—you didn't say a word, just like a closed-up gourd."
"The first time I met you, you were a little girl who didn't fear pain. Once I got to know you, I realized you..." Pei Yicheng paused, then said, "You're just like Grandpa Du."
Xu Nianhua's eyelids twitched, and she asked, "What do you mean?"
How could she possibly compare to Grandpa Du?
Chatterbox, nagging, the kind who has to remind you about something N times.
But, Pei Yicheng raised his head, paused again, and met her bright sparkling eyes. In his heart he carefully framed his words, saying, "You're really good at caring for people."
Xu Nianhua grinned broadly, suddenly delighted. She said, "Of course! We're friends, so of course I should care about you!"
