She had survived in the streets, so, what was going to shake her?
The elderly man looked up from his newspaper, adjusting his glasses. His face was thin, but the lines around his mouth hinted at humor rather than bitterness.
"Hello, Grandpa Liu, how are you doing? Here are some fruits I brought over." Feihao greeted him as she presented the fruits over to him and he received them, politely. "May I play a game of chess with you Grandpa Liu?"
The old man blinked, surprised placing the fruits over to the side. A slow smile crept across his face. "You know how to play chess, little miss?"
"I do Grandpa, just a little bit of it and incomparable to your knowledge of chess. I learned from online lessons," she replied solemnly, she didn't want to say she learnt in the Streets with other homeless grandpas as she didn't want to open up her mother's wounds.
"Hehe..." A little chuckle bubbled from his throat amused by her maturity. "Then you are welcome at my table anytime."
