Lin Qian cooked three dishes and a soup to her liking and let out a long sigh of relief.
She hoped the elderly would be satisfied and then let them go.
Just as she was about to call Fang for dinner, Fang's voice already came from behind.
"Is the cooking done? Taking forever to make a few dishes, trying to starve me to death?"
Lin Qian: "..."
The old lady really has a fiery temper!
"Grandma, the dishes are ready, you can eat now. Let me help you bring them out."
Lin Qian didn't mind Fang's grumpiness and, smiling, she brought the dishes to the front room's table.
Fang, smelling the aroma, couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
When Lin Qian placed the dishes on the table, Fang promptly sat down, eager to have a taste.
As soon as the food entered her mouth, Fang's aged eyes lit up once again. Then she glanced at Lin Qian and quietly continued to taste the other two dishes.
"Grandma, is it good? Be careful, it's hot!"