Xia Yinian also didn't realize when this gesture had become a habit.
She didn't want Grandpa to age, she just wished he could live a better life – that was her deepest desire.
"One bowl," the Old Master said, holding up a finger as he looked at her.
"Just one bowl? How is that enough?" Xia Yinian nibbled on her lip.
"It's what Niannian said, one bowl is about right," the Old Master softly replied.
"One bowl is enough for dinner, but for lunch, at least a bowl and a half of rice, not porridge," Xia Yinian said seriously as she looked at him.
The Old Master nodded with a pleased smile.
"Alright, from now on, a bowl and a half for lunch and one bowl for dinner, and it's rice, not porridge. Whatever Niannian says, Grandpa will listen."
"That's more like it," Xia Yinian frowned slightly as she looked at him.
The Old Master reached out his other hand and stroked her little head.
