"Xiao'ai, come, help Grandma pull a bit."
Outside the house, in the yard, an elderly and a young one were tending to the withered grass.
Old Ge pushed the gate open from beyond the fence and saw that they were still busy working.
"Not done yet?"
Fu Shiyin looked up and saw her husband, Ge Tingzhi, had returned, so she stood up and took off her towel to dust herself off.
"You're back?"
"Yes, I'm back. It's getting cold. If you stay outside too long, what if you both catch a cold?"
"No worries, we've only been out here for a little while." She then turned her head and asked Xiao'ai, "Right, Xiao'ai dear?"
Xiao'ai nodded, smilingly.
"Such a good child," Fu Shiyin smiled.
Old Ge couldn't help but laugh helplessly, turned around to close the yard gate, and went forward to take Xiao'ai's hand, "Come on, let's go inside."
Fu Shiyin looked around and then turned to enter the house.
