Chapter 27 Daily Praise for Granddaughter
She looked at her grandmother with her big, bright, watery eyes, her rosy, soft little mouth opening and closing, her sweet, childlike voice ringing out.
Hearing this, Ma Xiulian felt sweeter than if she had eaten honey.
Her voice was full of love and doting, "Grandma won't eat, my darling, you can eat it yourself."
Helian Jiao was a straightforward little dragon. Seeing that her grandmother wasn't eating, she sat back down and happily started eating.
At almost four years old, she has already completely figured out the world.
That was poverty, extreme poverty, so poor that even dragons would weep.
So the little princess of the Golden Dragon Clan, who had been pampered by the Demon Lord for a hundred years and developed a picky eating habit, was once again forced to recover.
They cherish even a single egg.
She ate her egg carefully, while Ma Xiulian sat behind her, gently combing her hair.
Touching her granddaughter's smooth and resilient hair, Ma Xiulian couldn't help but praise, "Our darling's hair is so beautiful, so black, shiny and strong."
A new day begins, and the daily routine of praising his granddaughter begins again.
Helian Jiao sweetly replied, "Your hair is beautiful too."
Ma Xiulian chuckled and said, "Yes, my darling takes after her grandmother."
Although the grandfather and grandson often engage in overly affectionate and flattering exchanges, this time there was absolutely no artificial or exaggerated praise.
When Ma Xiulian was young, she had long, shiny black hair, which she braided into two thick, long braids, captivating countless young men in the village.
Even now that she's older, she still has very few gray hairs, and her hair is still thick. She braids it into a large braid and drapes it over her back, making her look energetic and neat.
She skillfully and deftly styled her granddaughter's hair into two small buns, then tied them with two red ribbons, and a delicately carved New Year picture doll stepped out of the painting.
Zhou Zhaodi happened to be carrying her child out when she couldn't help but exclaim, "Mom, how come our little darling is so beautiful and lovable?"
She had never seen a daughter prettier than her little niece.
Not only were her small nose and eyes delicate, but her skin was also white, as white as snow. And tender, even more tender and smooth than a freshly peeled egg.
Especially her chubby little face, which felt so soft and supple to the touch, she was afraid of accidentally damaging it.
Ma Xiulian loved hearing people praise her granddaughter, and immediately said with joy and pride, "Our darling is a fairy descended from heaven, of course she is the most beautiful, charming and lovable."
Zhou Zhaodi nodded in agreement, "That makes sense."
Firstly, she had heard the same things far too many times over the past four years and had become numb to them.
Secondly, she also gave birth to a daughter last year, but her appearance is far inferior to her niece's, and the other children in the Chen family are not particularly outstanding either.
So my little niece must be a reincarnation of a little fox, oops, a little fairy.
Ma Xiulian happily picked up her granddaughter and said, "Come on, let's go eat. Grandma cooked pumpkin porridge for you and added two spoonfuls of sugar."
Upon hearing that sugar had been added, Helian Jiao's eyes lit up, and she immediately demanded in her sweet, childish voice, "Grandma, I want to walk by myself!"
That's right, the little princess even knows that white sugar is a luxury in this world. ←By The Worldview of a Country Princess
However, with her grandmother Ma Xiulian doting on her like the apple of her eye, Helian Jiao never lacked sweet words.
The family ran out of sugar a few days ago, and she was busy with farm work, so Ma Xiulian went to the supply and marketing cooperative yesterday to buy some more.
Knowing she was craving something sweet, he smiled and put his granddaughter on the ground.
As soon as Helian Jiao's feet touched the ground, she immediately ran quickly to the dining table with her short legs and climbed onto her special little stool with great dexterity.
My aunt is like that. She's sixty years old, and her hair is black, shiny, and resilient. It looks so good when braided. She has twice as much hair as I do. This balding girl is genuinely envious and crying tears of joy.
(End of this chapter)
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