Sixty-year-old Ning Ran sat under the wisteria in her small courtyard, her white hair as graceful as a crane. She lay leisurely on a reclining chair, drowsiness washing over her.,"Pfft." Hu Wenyuan nearly choked on his tea when he heard this.,"Lying on the bed, Husisisi mumbled, then continued, "Grandma, tell me about my great-grandmother this time."。