"You really shouldn't have. Why bring so many things?" Pan Lanfang said, but a huge smile spread across her face.
She picked up the scarf, felt its texture, and then looked at Jiang Silu. "Did you knit this?"
"Yeah, it took me more than a month," Jiang Silu said with a smile.
"You're so good with your hands, just like your mom." Pan Lanfang wrapped the scarf around her neck, looking quite pleased.
Jiang Guoqiang picked up the bottle of liquor and looked at it. It was Yanghe Daqu, his favorite brand.
He didn't say anything, just placed the bottle on the corner of the table, but the corners of his mouth twitched as if he were holding back a smile.
Wen Wan sat beside Jiang Sifan, her head lowered and her hands resting primly on her lap.
Pan Lanfang poured her a cup of tea. She took it with both hands and said, "Thank you, Grandma."
The more Pan Lanfang looked at her, the more she liked her. She took her hand and asked all sorts of questions.
