"No matter how well you take care of yourself, you're still nearly sixty. We're all getting old," Mrs. Zhan said with a chuckle.
"Alas, you're right. We've gotten old in the blink of an eye." As Mrs. Xiang spoke, she looked at Zhan Chi. "This must be Zhan Chi."
"It is. You still remember him." Mrs. Zhan gave him a little pull. "Quick, greet Mrs. Xiang."
Zhan Chi snorted. Without getting up, he raised a hand in a perfunctory salute.
"Mrs. Xiang, please don't mind him. I've spoiled this child rotten. He's been causing trouble everywhere lately. Just a few days ago, his father gave him a good whipping, and he still hasn't recovered. Once he sits, he can't get back up." Mrs. Zhan looked embarrassed and could only offer a helpless explanation.
"It's quite all right. I remember he always loved playing with Minghou when he was little. He's grown so big in the blink of an eye," Old Mrs. Xiang said, also chuckling.
