Ben Hunter stepped forward, handed a bag of pomegranates to Isabella Weaver, and coughed lightly, saying, "Isabella, I bought you some pomegranates. Try them out. If you like them, I'll get you more."
Isabella Weaver hurriedly pushed Harry Hunter away, got off the bed, and accepted the pomegranates with both hands: "Thank you, Grandpa! I should be the one bringing you fruit. Now it's…"
"No worries, Harry still needs you to take care of him. You two young folks living well is more important than anything! Our family doesn't bother with those formalities! Come, try the pomegranates?"
Isabella Weaver took out a pomegranate from the bag. It was ripe, split open, revealing its gem-like crimson insides, beautiful and mouthwatering.
She plucked a few seeds and put them in her mouth, then smiled, "Very sweet! Grandpa, you picked these pomegranates really well!"
Ben Hunter chuckled, delighted that his granddaughter-in-law knew how to please him.
Not bad, not bad!
