"Grandma, don't give him so much," Lin Qingyue said, rolling her eyes. "He has hands. He can serve himself."
Watching Madam Lin constantly pile food onto Qin Lin's plate, she added, "Besides, you're going to overfeed him, and you don't even know what he likes or dislikes."
"It's okay, I'm not a picky eater," Qin Lin hurriedly explained with a smile. "Grandma's cooking is delicious. I love all of it."
"Don't be so formal. When you're at Grandma's, you're at home. Don't treat yourself like a stranger," Madam Lin said, beaming at Qin Lin. "From now on, just tell me what you feel like eating, and I'll make it for you."
"Okay, Grandma," Qin Lin said quickly between bites of rice. "Your cooking is amazing. I honestly love everything."
"Ah, what a good boy," Madam Lin nodded, her smile widening. Then, she suddenly slapped her thigh. "Look at my memory! When you get old, your mind just isn't what it used to be. I forget things as soon as I've done them."
