"Little cutie, is that old fellow Shen Cang fierce?"
"Head Grandpa?" Little Taotie answered softly, "Head Grandpa isn't fierce, he always conjures up a lot of delicious things!"
"Tsk! Still the same as back then, with a poker face, yet a food-loving cat, his drawer always hiding a bunch of snacks."
Little Taotie's eyes lit up, "How do you know Head Grandpa's drawer has a lot of snacks?"
Mo Haihao's mouth dropped slightly open, this was the first time he'd heard that the seemingly serious head had a drawer full of little snacks.
This feeling of contrast... uh, it's kind of cute, what's going on?
"When I was young and hungry, all I had to do was open his drawer, and I'd be full!" The elderly man laughed heartily, "Child, go back and tell your Head Grandpa, I'll pay him a visit someday."
Little Taotie obediently nodded and waved at him, "Goodbye, Grandpa Lan."
