"Mianmian's Grandma, I really envy you, having a granddaughter like Mianmian who is so sensible, well-behaved, and clever. How did you raise such a child?" Grandma Li said admiringly as she ate.
"Hehe, my dear, it's not that I'm boasting, but really, Mianmian was not raised by us. She was sensible from an early age and knew how to help with household chores. As she grew up, she never worried her mother or me. After she started school, she was always first in her exams, and she would do her homework by herself right after school without us needing to say much," Zhang Guihua praised Jiang Mianmian without any modesty.
Originally, seeing Grandma Li, a native city dweller, Zhang Guihua felt a bit constrained, fearing she would look down on her as a villager.
But now, seeing her so enthusiastic, she gradually relaxed, and hearing her praise Jiang Mianmian, she couldn't help feeling proud.
So what if she was a villager?
Her son and granddaughter were commendable!
