The two old men's competitive spirits had flared up, leaving everyone else not sure whether to laugh or cry.
They say having an elder in the family is like having a treasure, and now these two old rascals are at it together! Sheesh, how could they not make a racket?
As her crystal-like dark eyes flickered, Ning Xixi hugged Grandpa Ji's arm and shook it, "Grandpa, I want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs…"
Grandpa Ji's face lit up with joy in a second, "Of course! Grandpa will make them for you!"
"Grandpa, don't tire yourself out. You should go sit and rest. Your cooking is so good, if I get used to eating your food, won't our family's cooks be out of a job?"
Her soft and sweet words had Grandpa Ji beaming with joy, the epitome of contentment.
But Grandpa Song was not pleased, his thick brows furrowing.
Did Xixi dislike him, her grandpa?
