"My little girl makes really delicious noodle fish." Over here, Mr. Su was eating the noodle fish made by Gu Lingling, and his face was full of smiles, all wrinkles.
"Tastes just like the noodle fish made at your grandma's house." Mr. Su squinted his eyes, looking very pleased and reminiscent.
Gu Lingling looked at him like that, and felt something in her heart had been hit hard, a bit sour.
"If you enjoy it, I'll make it for you again." She said with a smile.
Waving away that inexplicable sourness in her heart.
Su Ziqiao, "..."
Sigh, his grandpa really had quite the skill for deceiving girls.
First he plays pitiful, and then, there you have it, the little sister-in-law got so sympathetic she was nearly crying. Then comes the praise, saying it tastes just like at grandma's place?
Come on, his grandma's family used to be from high society, a renowned family of local gentry.
And his grandpa?
Just a poor young man, often wondering where his next meal would come from.
