"Comrade, this is it."
Ye Wanying looked at the two-story building in front of her. The exterior walls were painted with cement, and the edges were covered with small, dark-colored tiles of different shapes, which were probably deliberately broken.
The roof on the top floor is covered with small blue tiles, and there is a long balcony on the second floor that is not enclosed, giving the whole house a retro feel.
The house is also in a very convenient location, situated at the intersection of several main streets.
The real estate agent had already knocked on the door, and it was soon opened from the inside.
The person who opened the door was an elderly man with gray hair. He seemed to be quite familiar with the real estate agent, as the two started chatting. Every now and then, the real estate agent would glance over, as if he were introducing the agent to the elderly man.
Soon, the agency owner waved to Ye Wanying and called out, "Comrade, I want you to come in and talk!"
Tuanzi obediently took her mother's hand, and the two went into the house.
Upon entering, one sees a kind-looking elderly woman with silver hair sitting in a wheelchair.
"Xiao He said the girl is planning to buy our house?" he asked.
Ye Wanying nodded and replied with a slight smile, "Yes, that's right!"
The old lady spoke gently again: "Alright, everyone, sit down and talk. Old man, bring out the fruit once it's cut!"
Ye Wanying really wanted to say that there was no need to go to so much trouble, since she hadn't decided whether to buy anything yet, and it felt awkward to eat someone else's food!
The real estate agent, Mr. He, spoke first: "Auntie, you always prepare food and drinks for me every time I come, it makes me afraid to come to your house!"
"Haha, why are you being so polite? I'm so happy you could come. Food is meant to be eaten, isn't it?"
The old lady was very warm and caring. After exchanging a few words with Mr. He, the real estate agent, she began talking to Ye Wanying and her son:
"Young lady, is this your son?"
"Yes, that's right, Tuanzi, call her 'Grandma'!"
The little dumpling immediately greeted everyone obediently: "Hello, Grandma!" Facing a complete stranger, the dumpling was a little introverted and uncomfortable, looking like she wanted to hide behind her mother.
Naturally, Ye Wanying wouldn't allow it, so she pulled the little man back, preventing him from moving.
The little guy looked at his mom several times with a wronged expression, but Ye Wanying pretended not to see him. The little guy could only sit on the stool with his little shoulders stiff and a look of utter despair.
The old lady smiled and her eyes crinkled: "Good girl, Grandma heard your mother call you Tuanzi, right? Can Grandma call you that too?" she asked.
Tuanzi nodded and whispered, "Okay!"
"Um, can Tuanzi tell Grandma how old she is this year?"
The little one quickly held up three fingers: "I've already turned two, so I'm three now!" His soft, babyish voice made it impossible to feel anything but love or dislike.
Just then, the old man who had opened the door earlier brought over a plate of sliced oranges and another plate of cherry tomatoes, which were bright red and looked very tempting.
The old lady quickly waved to the little one: "Tuanzi, come here quickly, Grandpa has cut up some fruit, come and eat."
The little boy pursed his lips, clearly wanting to eat.
She moved over in small steps and finally reached the old lady's side: "Grandma~" she called out sweetly.
"Alright, alright, good boy, help yourself to whatever you want to eat. These oranges and cherry tomatoes were grown by my husband on the roof, so Xiao He and girl, don't be shy, eat up!"
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