Lin Qiao bent over with laughter, nearly unable to hold her needle. "Uncle was really interesting when he was young."
"He was indeed interesting. In such a big family, he was the most childlike. He would call out to everyone he met, and the village people absolutely adored him." Song Qin opened up her chatterbox, shedding her previous reserve, and began talking about Song Tingfan's childhood.
As the sun gradually set, the young man arrived at the doorway just in time to hear the young woman's laughter, "Was Uncle really that bold?"
"He was very bold when he was young. He climbed the jujube trees until they were completely smooth. Once, he even fell asleep on a tree and fell off, giving us all a fright."
"But as soon as he fell, he got up again as if nothing happened."
The old woman couldn't help but laugh, while the young woman laughed out loud.
"Granny." The young man called out in embarrassment, trying to stop Granny from recounting his childhood blunders.
