"Oh, really? How did you recognize me? Don't tell me you have a deep impression of me." Thomas smiled.
"That's right, Great-Grandpa. I have a deep impression of you. I don't remember my parents, but I have never forgotten you. I'm telling the truth," Jacob said with a straight face.
"Alright, I believe you. For now," Thomas said with a smile and nodded. He did not want to argue with Jacob, so he picked up his bowl and drank the fish soup.
"Old Master, why didn't you tell me that the food was ready?" Rosalie walked in with a smile. She saw Jacob sitting next to Thomas quietly.
"Rosalie, you're here too?" Jacob stood up and said with a smile, "Come on, sit down and give it a taste. Great-Grandpa caught the fish himself. Not everyone is this lucky."
"Haha, hello there. I just happened to have something to talk to you about," Rosalie smiled and said. "Could you come out for a while, please? I have something to tell you."