"You old man!"
Xiao Grandmother was both angry and helpless. "So now you're going to argue with me, are you?"
"Are you a child?"
"You're already getting on in years."
"And you're still so willful."
Xiao Grandmother kept muttering.
Father Xiao and Madam Xiao stood to one side. They felt a little sorry for Grandpa Xiao, who was being scolded, but like Xiao Grandmother, they didn't approve of what he was doing.
Still, when an old person dug in their heels, it really could leave you feeling helpless.
Xiao Xiao smiled reassuringly at the seemingly uneasy Frog God.
This wasn't its fault.
It was simply Grandpa's insistence.
But... was there really no way to satisfy both sides?
Xiao Xiao furrowed his brows and thought it over.
Then he actually came up with something.
"Grandpa, wait here a moment."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Xiao turned and hurried inside.
The others exchanged bewildered, confused looks.
Still, Xiao Grandmother's pause in her nagging gave Grandpa Xiao a huge sense of relief.
That old woman had been nagging so much his head was about to hurt.
Xiao Xiao returned shortly.
Everyone watched him walk toward them, scrutinizing him, but he didn't seem any different from before. They couldn't help looking puzzled.
Had the boy gone back to use the bathroom?
"Xiao Xiao, you..."
Madam Xiao's question trailed off.
She saw Xiao Xiao raise his right hand, fingers spread, revealing what he held...
"Gloves?"
Xiao Grandmother exclaimed in surprise, utterly confused.
What on earth had the boy brought a pair of gloves over for?
They were a very pretty pair, though.
Xiao Grandmother narrowed her eyes slightly.
The gloves in her grandson's hand seemed to have been cut from a single piece of snow-white satin by a highly skilled tailor. There