Early in the morning, Lu Youheng climbed onto the chair in front of the dining table, listlessly looking at the breakfast spread before him—all his usual favorites, yet without the slightest appetite.
Grandma Dai Ning asked with a smile, "Youyou, why are you lacking energy today?"
Lu Youheng grabbed a meat bun, stuffed a bite into his mouth, and puffed out his cheeks as he spoke, "I had insomnia."
Dai Ning was startled, then laughed, "What kind of worries could you possibly have to lose sleep over, you little rascal..."
Faced with a grandmother who didn't understand him at all, Lu Youheng felt weary.
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
Dai Ning chuckled, "Well, that sounds serious. But no matter how severe, you better hurry up, or you'll be late for kindergarten."
