China vs. Germany (2)

Outside the roaring arena, Aiden and Grandma Bingbing sat quietly on a wooden bench near a vendor cart. Aiden balanced a cone of chocolate ice cream in one hand, the other resting lazily on his lap. Beside him, Grandma Bingbing licked her vanilla cone. Her posture was relaxed, but her expression was distant. 

"Ah, damn it. The ice cream is melting too fast," Aiden muttered beside her, trying to lick the ice cream before it ran down his hand. However, he was failing miserably. 

Grandma Bingbing chuckled and brought out some napkins from her bag, helping her grandson with the mess. 

"You look like a small kid," she said softly, sounding amused. 

Aiden laughed lightly, a smear of chocolate clinging to the corner of his mouth. "Well, I guess I miss these moments. It's been a while since I felt like a kid." 

Grandma's gaze softened. "You're making up for it now."