Everyone was stunned by Little Daoist Zhen's answer.
"Ok! Ok! You can live in our home! I like this kid!" Grandma was the first to answer him.
Little Daoist Zhen, who was wearing a brown magua and had a little ponytail on top of his head, reminded her of the kids she saw in the countryside when she was young. He looked especially cute to her.
In addition, Little Daoist Zhen had a little round head and chubby cheeks; elderlies would all like him.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Zhao Guang knew that he couldn't dissuade Little Daoist Zhen. He said, "Congming, you can live here, but you can't make any trouble."
"Never!" Little Daoist Zhen shook his head repeatedly.
"But," he pointed at Grandma, "You must make me delicious food every day."
"This kid is indeed annoying…" Hao Ren looked at him and thought.
However, Grandma didn't mind his attitude at all. "Ok. Grandma will cook you good food each day."