"Why is the child crying!" Grandma Wave didn't understand; she felt sentimental and just smiled while patting her back. "I've only been away for a few days, and you miss Grandma this much?"
Kris Cooper tenderly supported her shoulder, "Vera, Grandma must be tired from the long flight. Should we take her home first?"
"Okay." She lifted her face, took the handkerchief handed by the man, and wiped her eyes, revealing a smile. "Grandma, let's go home!"
Tommy Taylor dragged the luggage, Kris Cooper and Vera Wave supported the elderly, and the four of them got in the car to return home.
Gazing out the car window at her familiar hometown, Grandma Wave was filled with emotion.
"Home is still the best. It's not like America, where everyone has blond hair and blue eyes, and even the chefs make terrible Ebba food!"
"Grandma," Kris Cooper spoke with a smile, "Mrs. Feng is already preparing dinner for you. Tonight, it's all dishes you love."
