Chu Erzhu, Mengyao's grandfather, and Uncle Sun were people of the same era, and their relationship was quite close.
Therefore, Uncle Sun recognized Mengyao at once, which was understandable.
Even though they hadn't seen each other for many years, it didn't prevent Uncle Sun from calling out the name of Old Chu's granddaughter.
"Grandpa Sun, you're still so robust, your children don't have to worry," Mengyao said respectfully.
"What's the use of being robust at my age," Uncle Sun sighed, "You young folks, you can't live like us old ones. What the elderly fear most is loneliness, not having their children's company, nothing else."
Uncle Sun spoke without reserve or any hesitation, his tone was quite didactic.
"You're right," Zhang Lu chimed in, deeply agreeing with Uncle Sun.
"If your children heard this, they might not be pleased with you," Mengyao said softly.
Uncle Sun's words held some truth; this is an undeniable fact nowadays, and no one can find fault with it.
