Old Meng
The crisp fragrance of plum blossoms drifted through the air.
It was enough to make anyone feel a little tipsy.
"No!"
Madam Xiao was getting anxious.
"Not in the courtyard!"
"Look."
"It's right here."
Madam Xiao held out her hand. "Do you see?"
Madam Xiao looked at the old woman.
"So many cups..."
It should have been obvious.
Huh?
The old woman was still a little bewildered.
"The cups..."
Right.
She had seen those cups.
Madam Xiao had brought them over.
So...
She looked at Madam Xiao in confusion.
"What about the cups?"
They weren't broken...
"The drinks in the cups are gone!" Madam Xiao whispered, nearly shrieking.
She had just watched Xiao Xiao fill every single cup.
"Oh."
But the old woman's reaction was very calm.
She even looked a little confused.
"Of course the drinks in the cups were drunk by someone."
"By whom?"
Madam Xiao asked instinctively.
"By Xiao Xiao's friends, of course."
The old woman spoke as if it were obvious.
Xiao Xiao's... friends?
Madam Xiao froze.
"Right?"
The old woman looked at her grandson.
Xiao Xiao smiled and nodded.
"Mm."
The old woman turned to Madam Xiao.
Madam Xiao blinked.
Then blinked again.
She looked at Xiao Xiao.
Then at the old woman.
Xiao Xiao's friends...
Who?
"Huh?"
The old woman looked confused. "There are lots of them."
"Like the opponent the old man plays chess with every time."
"Otherwise, did you think the old man played against himself in the courtyard every time and got thrashed?"
A hint of amusement flickered in Xiao Xiao's eyes.
Wasn't "thrashed" a bit much?
Though he didn't mind, Frog God always showed restraint when playing chess with Grandpa.
He made sure Grandpa only