"My granddaughter is so well-behaved. Come on, grandma will wash your hair." Granny Qian smiled, her eyes forming crescents, as she took the little girl's hand and headed to the courtyard.
Then she called out to the grandsons trailing behind her, "You little rascals, hurry to the pond and wash yourselves clean. Covered in mud again, you must have gone to play at the back mountain, right?"
"Grandma, we went to gather pigweed."
Of course, they also dug a trap on the side.
Granny Qian chuckled, "Don't try to fool me. Who gets covered in dirt just gathering pigweed? Off you go, don't delay me washing Yuan Chun's hair."
The three boys laughed mischievously and dashed away.
Yuan Chun was washed clean from head to toe by her foster mother and grandmother and dressed in the clothes and shoes from her foster mother's childhood.
Yuan Chun was too thin, making the clothes look a bit loose.
Qian Xiaoying thought about altering them.
