It was said that the old ladies in the gentry were not easy to get along with, but Grandma May was affable, just like an ordinary old woman. She also usually dressed plainly and did not seem like she was part of the gentry at all.

Zachary’s gaze was deep. He touched the top of her head and said in a low voice, “You’re a very realistic person who doesn’t dream.”

“I’m a person who lives in real life. Even if I want to dream, it depends on the dream. It’s a waste of time dreaming that kind of unrealistic dream, not to mention it’ll affect my sleep too.”

Zachary pursed his lips and said nothing.

After strolling for half a day, the couple met up with Grandma May and the rest.

They settled on lunch in an interesting restaurant. If not for the modern facilities inside, Serenity would have thought they traveled back to a tavern from bygone times.

Sonny was especially happy today.

Grandma May and Mrs. Lane took him to feed the fishes and bought him as much fish feed as he wanted to feed