Transmigration: From Dragon Princess To Pampered Granddaughter Chapter 27 - 27 27 Bragging About the Granddaughter in Daily

27: Chapter 27: Bragging About the Granddaughter in Daily Life 27: Chapter 27: Bragging About the Granddaughter in Daily Life She looked at Grandma with her big, shiny black eyes, her soft and rosy little mouth opening and closing, speaking in a soft, sweet baby voice.

Hearing this, Ma Xiulian felt even sweeter than eating honey.

Her voice was then filled with affection and indulgence, “Grandma won’t eat it, Guibao, you can have it yourself.”

Helian Qiao, the frank little dragon, seeing that Grandma didn’t eat, she sat back down and began to enjoy her al.

At nearly four years old, she had fully grasped the situation of the world.

That is to say, it is poor, very poor, extrely poor, poor enough to make a dragon weep.

So the Little Princess of the Golden Dragon Clan who had been spoiled by Lord Demon for a hundred years and grew fussy about food, was forced to recover once again.

She cherishes even a single egg when she eats it.

As she ate her egg seriously, Ma Xiulian sat behind her, gently combing her hair.

Touching her granddaughter’s sleek and tenacious hair, Ma Xiulian could not help but boast, “Our Guibao’s hair is so great, it’s black, shiny, and strong.”

A new day, and the daily praise for her granddaughter begins again.

Helian Qiao sweetly returned the complint: “Granny’s hair is also beautiful.”

Ma Xiulian laughed happily, “Correct, Guibao resembles her Granny.”

Although the grandmother and granddaughter often indulged in such sweet exchanges of complints, there wasn’t a hint of vanity or falsehood in such exchanges.

Ma Xiulian, in her youth, had thick and long black hair, plaited into two thick and long rope braids, which had confused countless young n of the village.

Even now, in her older age, her hair was hardly grey, and the volu of her hair hadn’t decreased.

She would braid her hair into a large rope braid which rest on her back, making her appear energetic and clean.

She skillfully and neatly made two petite buns for her little granddaughter, and tied them with two red threads.

It’s as if a finely carved New Year picture doll has walked out of the painting.

Zhou Zhaodi just happened to walk out with the child in her arms, and couldn’t help but exclaim: “Mom, isn’t Guibao extrely beautiful and adorable?”

She had never seen a girl prettier than her own little niece.

The girl’s small nose and eyes were exquisite, to say nothing of her skin, which was as white as snow.

And it was delicate, even smoother than a freshly peeled egg.

Especially her chubby little face, soft and tender to the touch, she was afraid that she might harm her by touching too hard.

Ma Xiulian enjoyed hearing others praise her granddaughter.

She imdiately replied with joy and pride: “Our Guibao is just like a fairy, of course, she’s the most beautiful and adorable.”

Zhou Zhaodi was nodding in agreent, “That’s exactly the reason.”

Firstly, she had heard these words too many tis in the past four years, and had beco numb to hearing them.

Secondly, she gave birth to a daughter last year but compared to her little niece, her girl seed less attractive.

Moreover, the other children of the Chen Family were also not particularly striking.

So her niece must be a little fairy reborn.

Ma Xiulian happily picked up her granddaughter, “Let’s go, it’s ti to eat.

Grandma made you so pumpkin porridge and added two spoons of white sugar.”

Upon hearing the ntion of white sugar, Helian Qiao’s eyes lit up, and she quickly shouted in her baby voice: “Granny, I want to walk by myself!”

Yes, even this little princess understood that even white sugar is a luxury in this world.

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However, with her grandmother, Ma Xiulian, treating her like the apple of her eye, Helian Qiao had never lacked sweet-tasting sugar.

Just that the white sugar had run out a few days ago, and they were busy working in the fields.

So Ma Xiulian had just bought it back from the cooperative yesterday.

Knowing that she was fond of sweets, Ma Xiulian laughed and let her little granddaughter down on the ground.

The mont Helian Qiao’s feet hit the ground, she swiftly ran toward the dining table, climbed onto her small stool with agility, and settled herself down.