"Hello, Grandma." The elderly lady glanced at Xiaofeng and then invited her, "Have lunch here at noon, and go back after having eaten."
"Okay." Xiaofeng nodded.
The food at home was simple, just noodles with a small bowl of side dish.
The elderly lady's cooking skills were good; the noodles were very tasty.
"Grandma, Grandma." A mother and son, carrying a box of pastries, came over: "Grandma, you're having a meal, oh, Shui Xian is at home today as well."
The woman who entered, dressed plainly, had a rather mean look about her face.
The man who entered with her, of average appearance, did not dare to look at Lan Shuixian, appearing rather timid.
Seeing the mother and son enter, the old lady did not even lift her eyelids: "What are you here for again?"
