The fish that were caught were rather small. Grandma May promptly grilled the first batch of little fish before moving on to the second batch.
Turning to her old friends, Grandma May asked, “The weather is a bit chilly; would you like to have a drink to warm yourselves up?”
When Sam heard that Grandma May intended to have two drinks, he immediately intervened. “Old Madam York, please don’t drink. If the young master finds out, it’ll be my fault for not looking after you properly.”
Grandma May replied, “How would Zack know if you don’t tell him? He’s becoming more like his grandpa, trying to take care of everything.”
As Grandma May complained, Zachary began to look after her.
The elderly ladies chuckled and remarked, “The young master is very concerned about Grandma May’s health. At our age, it’s better to drink less.”
Grandma May responded, “A little fruit wine won’t hurt. Sam, go fetch two bottles of fruit wine. A barbecue just isn’t complete without it.”
Sam did not protest further. He called the villa and requested that a few bottles of fruit wine be sent over.
In addition to the fish he caught, Sam also prepared other barbecue items for the elderly ladies.
Several children, not yet in kindergarten, were also enjoying their meals.
Sam had prepared juice for the children.
Grandma May cherished this life, surrounded by both the young and the old.
The following year, her first great-grandchild was born.
Grandma May handed a sausage she had baked to a cute little girl and gently touched her braid. “The bigger a little girl gets, the cuter she becomes.” Her eyes sparkled. “Your mother calls you a little girl. You’re perfect for that spirit.”
The little girl, Lydia, gratefully accepted the sausage and said, “Thank you, Grandma York.”
Grandma May smiled warmly and asked, “What else do you want to eat? I can bake more.”
you are the one I want to learn from.”
Lydia likely had regular interactions with Grandma May and was completely unafraid. If she craved grilled chicken legs, she simply asked for them.
“Grandma York, it’s time to roast this chicken leg. Would you like to eat it? I’ll let you have it first. “Grandma York, please enjoy the grilled sausages before I do; I’ll save the grilled chicken legs for later.”
The little girl held a grilled sausage in her hand, but she wasn’t greedy and wanted to grill the chicken legs right away. She added, “When I grow up, I’ll bake chicken legs and prepare delicious meals for all the grandmas.”
Several elderly ladies chuckled at her enthusiasm.
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Praise for little Lydia and her charming words made her blush, causing her to shyly step away.
She walked over to Sam and began to follow him. Wherever he went, she trailed behind, observing everything he did.
Sam humorously asked her, “Lydia, why do you always follow me?”
Lydia replied, “I want to see what you do. When I grow up, I want to take your place.”
Sam smiled, ruffled Lydia’s hair, and said, “You’re only three years old and have a long way to go before growing up. By the time you do, I will have retired, and there will be someone else in charge. You might have to wait until the next uncle, the Butler, retires to take over.”
He was surprised to learn that little Lydia aspired to be the manager of Wildridge Manor.
“Lydia, you should aim higher, you know? When you grow up, you should join the young master’s company and aspire to be a senior executive.”
Lydia responded, “My father says Uncle Sam is very capable and makes a lot of money, so he is the one I want to learn from.”
“I will take over from you,” he said.
Sam remained silent.
His income was substantial, considering he was the general manager of Wildridge Manor.