At the dining table, Xu Shuyu adjusted her glasses, switched to a spare pair of chopsticks, and placed a piece of rib into Mu Jin Huan's bowl, "I don't know what you like to eat, so I just made some home-cooked dishes."
Mu Jin Huan's handsome face softened from its resolute lines, his voice low and humble, "I'm not picky, grandma's cooking tastes great."
Xu Shuyu's expression remained calm, loving, and kind.
His tone was modest, polite to the point of being icy yet not condescending, just like the previous times they met, with no faults to be found.
Since Nannan had already married him, she naturally hoped the two could support each other and grow old together.
Looking at the other two people, she smiled and said, "Why are you all just sitting there, start eating."
Jiashu watched helplessly as Great Grandma placed the most delicious piece of rib into someone else's bowl, his little face filled with displeasure. Before, the first piece was always given to him.
