Is this still his picky grandson?
In his memory, his grandson never ate fatty meat.
Xiao Shuo had just put a piece of braised pork in his mouth when he picked up another piece of twice-cooked pork.
The twice-cooked pork, usually not served, now brought Xiao Shuo immense satisfaction. This was likely because Butler Zhong had overheard him asking for all fatty meat.
Before he could swallow the meat in his mouth, just as he picked up the piece, he saw Old Master Xiao standing at the dining room entrance.
GULP. Xiao Shuo swallowed the meat. "Grand, Grandfather!"
"Eat, go ahead and eat first," Old Master Xiao said.
He knew that his second son had also become tough on this grandson, but it couldn't be to the extent of not feeding him, could it?
However, seeing Xiao Shuo's current state, it seemed as if he hadn't eaten in generations!
Xiao Shuo felt a bit nervous upon seeing Old Master Xiao, but hearing him suggest eating first, he didn't hold back.
