Ye Jian couldn't accept that, "Grandpa Xia, Grandma Xia are going, how can you not go?"
"That's just to humor you two. At my age, going to the horse farm, I can't ride, and I'd just be a burden on you kids to accompany me. I won't enjoy it, so I won't go, I won't go." Old Man Xia was skeptical; he knew the couple too well.
"If Grandpa Xia and Grandma Xia really go, then you must go too. Xia Yunyin's horse farm is warm; there's a chess room and a tea room. You can sit inside and watch us ride from the big French windows. Next door, there's a pattern shooting range, also Xia Yunyin's place; you could play there for a day."
Other old masters might not be tempted, but the idea of seeing his granddaughter ride a horse was very exciting for him, so he asked, "And the shooting range? Can I see that?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Ye Jian hurriedly assured, "You can see everything from inside."
