The old lady sitting to the side saw this and immediately lowered her head to speak to Little Zaozao, "Zaozao, you go, you go queue for the lottery on behalf of your dad."
Little Zaozao looked up at her blankly. She didn't understand what a lottery was, but she understood the words queue.
Because earlier, many people passing by her had said to hurry up and queue, and over there a long and winding line had formed.
She was naturally active and without saying a word, immediately wanted to join in the fun.
"Mother, go, go, queue."
Zhou Qiao heard what Madam Li said and saw that she was about to stand up. Unexpectedly, her daughter suddenly spoke up, and she laughed awkwardly.
Madam Li, however, couldn't bring herself to compete with her little granddaughter. Although she really wanted to draw, her little granddaughter was her treasure, so naturally, she'd let her go.
So she turned around and picked up Little Zaozao, "Okay, Grandma will take you to queue."
