"It's not that exaggerated, as the old saying goes, you could eat till you're full without taking up a single bowl."
Grandma Qin joked with a smile.
Gu Qiaoqiao disagreed, "Who came up with that saying? Between a person overeating and a small bowl, which loss is greater?"
"You little girl, it's just a metaphor, why are you nitpicking?" Grandma Qin laughed and scolded.
The atmosphere at breakfast was harmonious, and laughter was occasionally heard from the Qin family's dining room.
It was another beautiful and bright morning.
After tidying up inside and out with Shen Manru, Qin Xuan took his old mother and wife out for a walk to digest their food and to buy food for lunch, as they planned to have Shang Qing over for a meal.
Gu Qiaoqiao didn't go; she needed to wait for Shang Qing.
She poured herself a fragrant cup of tea but before she could drink it, the doorbell rang outside.
