"Two more bowls are okay, I guarantee my granddaughter will have enough."
"Okay!"
Grandma looked at her with a smile, then turned to Fu Chenlie: "Xiao Fu, we haven't prepared anything very lavish for you, does this noodle dish suit your taste?"
He replied politely and gentlemanlike: "It's delicious. This is the first time I've had such tasty noodles in many years."
"Really?"
"Really."
Grandma couldn't stop smiling. "That's good to hear. It seems like you and Ranran can really share meals. This way, I won't have to worry when you two live together in the future."
Listening to Grandma's words, Wen Ran felt uncertain.
She had never told Grandma that her marriage to Fu Chenlie was actually a transaction and their marriage had a time limit; they would divorce after a year and return to their own lives.
But the meaning behind what Grandma said to Fu Chenlie clearly implied that she expected them to live together for the rest of their lives.
She glanced at Fu Chenlie.