Shen Zhiyu walked into the house. In the kitchen, Zhouzhou and Madam Lu created a picture of tender grandmotherly affection and filial piety.
Zhouzhou's little mouth chattered away incessantly, animatedly recounting to his grandmother the entire process of picking lotus flowers and lotus leaves.
While his rhetorical skills lacked polish, his narrative was rich in genuine emotion.
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