Transmigration: From Dragon Princess To Pampered Granddaughter
Chapter 562 - 563: A Hole Burned in the Cotton Quilt

Chapter 562: Chapter 563: A Hole Burned in the Cotton Quilt

All the clothes were placed at the bottom, puzzles in the middle, and White Rabbit milk candies and canned food were placed at the top and in the bags on the sides for easy access when Guibao wanted to eat.

Everything was neatly and orderly arranged, and all the things she wanted to bring were packed.

Helian Qiao had already undressed and crawled into bed, cooing in a sweet nasal voice, "Grandma, I’m going to sleep now."

"Okay, you go right ahead. Once Guibao falls asleep, Grandma will also go to sleep." Hearing her soft little voice, Ma Xiulian’s face involuntarily broke into a smile.

Only after her granddaughter had fallen asleep did she get up, turn off the light in the room, and close the door.

Once back in her own room, she murmured, "Tomorrow Guibao will go to the Capital with Manyun and the others. The trip there and back will take almost half a month! This is Guibao’s first time being away from us for so long, I don’t know if she’ll suddenly cry and want to come home. We’ll be so far away that even if we want to rush over, we won’t be able to make it in time."

Chen Dazhu was smoking his pipe while leaning on the bed. Hearing this, he also felt uneasy. He inhaled too forcefully, and some sparks fell onto the quilt and burnt a hole in it.

He quickly patted the sparks out, but it was too late. He glanced guiltily at his wife.

Luckily, Ma Xiulian’s mind and eyes were filled with her granddaughter. She glanced at him but didn’t scold him as she usually would.

Moreover, she was prescient. Ever since Guibao began sleeping alone, she had put the new quilt away and taken out an old one.

This old one was full of dents and pits, a testament to the damage caused by this old man!

Chen Dazhu coughed lightly, his voice low, "Don’t worry, Manyun will surely take good care of Guibao. This is a good opportunity for her to broaden her horizons. How many people in our village get a chance to go to the Capital?"

Besides, most people in the commune haven’t even been to the city, let alone the Capital.

"I know!" It wasn’t like Ma Xiulian didn’t understand this, or she wouldn’t have agreed in the first place. But she just couldn’t stop worrying.

Seeing that there was no way to get through to the old man, she curtly said, "It’s late, go to sleep. If you burn another hole in the bedding, you’ll have to sleep without it tonight!"

Hearing this, Chen Dazhu quickly put out his pipe and got into bed.

Knowing that his wife was upset about having to be separated from Guibao for a while, he didn’t want to provoke her further.

Moreover, though it hadn’t snowed, it was still very cold. If he didn’t cover himself with the quilt, he wouldn’t be able to bear the cold all night with his old frame.

Better to just sleep!

*

Ma Xiulian got up early the next day to prepare breakfast, also boiling a dozen eggs and a few sausages.

"Mom, why are you making so much? We can’t finish all of this." Chen Jianjun looked at the pot full of food and couldn’t help but ask.

Ma Xiulian said, "This is for Guibao to take with her."

She was worried that her little granddaughter would go hungry on the road.

Then she suddenly put down her chopsticks and went outside, "I’ll also bring a bag of wild mushrooms that we dried ourselves for Old Gu. He liked them a lot when he came last time."

The old man often sent things for Guibao to eat. This time since they were going to the Capital, they should bring some gifts too.

Chen Jianjun quickly tried to dissuade her, "Mom, you’ve prepared too much. Comrade Jiang can’t carry all these things by herself if Gu isn’t going back!"

His tone was filled with helplessness.

That military travel bag was very heavy. There’s no way Jiang Manyun, a cultured person who didn’t do any farm labor, could carry it on her own.