Deewa said with a playful laugh, "Grandma, don't you worry about it. The quilts and everything, I've got them all ready. When we sleep, we won't be up that early, so you don't need to prepare breakfast for our share."
"Alright, we'll talk about it tomorrow then."
The old lady, having eaten a bowl of rice and drunk half a pound of sorghum, was feeling a bit drowsy. She called out to Luis, "Luis, this old body of mine is going to rest now. Let Deewa keep you company."
"Don't be in a hurry to leave tomorrow. Grandma will make you wontons."
After the old lady finished speaking, she went to the room next door. Luis, making conversation, said, "Such a big heated brick bed, and you don't sleep together?"
Deewa shot a glance at her mother, Fanga, snorted, and said, "When I'm not here, she sleeps here."
