Chapter 6 Having A Baby

Malcolm's eyes followed the figure of Poppi into the kitchen. He understood why his grandmother loved these childish jokes. But what he couldn't figure out was, where did Poppi even hear them?

"Malcolm, how have you been doing?"

"Not bad, I guess."

"Well, that puts me at ease in the days to come..."

In the living room, the old lady went on and on talking to her grandson. Although the matters seemed trivial, Malcolm listened carefully and said a few words every now and then. He appeared to be very warm towards her.

Hearing their conversation, Cora stood by their side quietly. She only looked at him while observing their interaction in silence. She was not only responsible for taking care of the old lady but had also become a bodyguard for her personal safety gradually. She had never expected to be anything more than that.

Meanwhile, Poppi rolled up her sleeves, tied her hair up, and began cooking in the kitchen. Luckily, the maid came in to lend her a helping hand.

"Madam, please don't mind if our old lady is quite cranky. In fact, she has been looking forward to your visit for a long time. She asked you to cook because she loves eating them. When you were not here, she missed you almost every day!"

A timid smile appeared on Poppi's face, shifting from her previously cheery aura. She said, "I know that Grandma has a soft heart behind her sharp tongue. She really likes me very much, doesn't she?"

"You bet." The servant nodded her head and added, "Our young master is so lucky to marry such a good woman like you."

Hearing this, Poppi paused and said, "You may be right."

Poppi had always lived a meticulous life. In order to meet her preference for food, she had trained herself to be a good cook. She was always pleased to see delicious dishes being prepared by her own hands.

"Grandma, are the dishes I cooked so delicious that you can't wait to taste them?" Poppi came out of the kitchen holding the last dish and saw the old lady already sitting at the table. She asked her the question fondly while flashing her a smile.

"You wish!" In a rage, she put down the chopsticks and said, "I just want to check if it is well-cooked or not! Humph!"

Poppi smiled at her again and said nothing. She then called to Malcolm, "Honey, time to eat!"

Malcolm cast her a warning glance. Poppi shrugged and repeated, "Malcolm, come here to eat."

Malcolm's face still didn't look good.

"Cora, Sean, come sit and have dinner with us. There are so many dishes and we couldn't finish them all by ourselves." Poppi invited the two people who had been standing in the living room in silence.

"You want me to dine with them?" The old lady protested and said proudly, "This is for me. You have to ask me if you want to eat. You couldn't just ask them to eat here."

Poppi stuck out her tongue at the old lady. Malcolm's grandmother was the daughter of a wealthy family. She had a traditional mentality when it came to respect, and she would never eat with these so-called servants. When Poppi met the old lady for the first time, she couldn't accept her attitude. But she found out later on that the old lady was, in fact, very nice to servants. It had just been her habit for so many years that caused her to come off as a little arrogant. But when Poppi thought about it carefully, she was cute after all.

"Okay, let's eat!" Malcolm said in a plain voice as he sat down at the table first.

Poppi sat next to Malcolm and told them, "It's not nice to have you wait now. I prepared all this food in the kitchen for you. Please help yourselves and enjoy your dinner there!"

The old lady snorted, "Don't pretend to be nice."

"Haha." Poppi laughed dismissively without a word.

"Go have dinner!" Malcolm waved to the two servants and they both bowed before going into the kitchen together.

At the dinner table, Poppi acted like the good wife she was, picking up food for Malcolm and serving him from time to time. Although Malcolm looked cold, he still ate a full bowl of food using chopsticks in front of his grandmother.

After dinner, the old lady continued to chat with Malcolm. All the cleaning and other housework were done by Poppi–putting away leftovers, tidying up the dinner table, and washing the dishes. Although she thought she was used to this kind of "abuse", she still felt a little uncomfortable deep inside.

"Malcolm, you have been married for three years. You are not getting any younger." The old lady took Malcolm's hand and asked, "When are you planning to have a baby?"

"It's no hurry." Malcolm smiled, "We're not really in a rush."

"It's just not the time yet?" The old lady glanced at the kitchen and said to him in a soft voice, "I'm afraid it's not a matter of time. Tell me, is it you who can't have a baby, or is it her? You see, I know a famous traditional Chinese doctor... "

Malcolm frowned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Grandma, we're fine."

The old lady pouted her lips. "You're always fooling me. I really don't understand why young people nowadays show less interest in having children."

"Grandma, I have finished washing the dishes." At this moment, Poppi came out of the kitchen and asked, "Is there anything else you want me to do?"

"How about having a baby?"

"Uh..." Poppi's cheeks blushed as she was left speechless. She glanced at Malcolm and said, "But I can't give birth to a baby by myself."

The old lady suddenly stood up from the sofa, patted Malcolm's shoulder, and said, "That's why my grandson is here! If you can't have a baby by yourself, you can do it with my grandson. Please, go now."

Poppi felt exhausted that her waist and back ached, so all she was thinking about was going to bed as early as possible. When she heard the old lady's words, she had no choice but to quickly nod, "Okay, okay! I'll do it right now!" She then asked in a sweet voice, "Honey, aren't you going?"

Before he could say no, he saw his granny looking at him with great expectation. He stood up and casually said, "I'll send my grandma back to her room first."

"I'll wait for you upstairs, then." "I'm going to bed. Good night, Grandma," she greeted the old lady and waved her hand.

The old lady stared at Poppi as she walked upstairs then murmured lovingly, "You bad girl."

As far as Malcolm knew, his grandma seemed to be strict with Poppi but, in her heart, liked her very much. This woman was just good at putting on an act and was not worth being treated sincerely. But it was okay as long as his grandma was happy.

Actually, the old lady was not sleepy at all. She just wanted to urge Malcolm to have a baby so she repeatedly asked him to go upstairs. He then walked out of her room after her several attempts.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Cora, who was standing nearby turned around. She looked at Malcolm and said politely, "Young master."

"Cora." Malcolm slightly nodded his head. When he was about to pass through Cora, he stopped walking and asked her, "During the several days that I was abroad, how was Grandma?"

"Everything was okay."

"Good." Malcolm nodded, "That's all. Go to bed early."

"Yes, sir," Cora answered. Then, Malcolm turned around and stepped away. In a daze, Cora looked at the familiar back that she had always longed to touch. He walked to the end of the corridor and twisted the doorknob, opening the room that he and Poppi shared.