The Old Lady was immediately displeased, "Is he crippled in the hands or legs that he has to get my Jiaojiao up in the middle of the night to make a late snack? Is he sick!"
Auntie Wu couldn't stop laughing, "It seems the Third Young Master cooked it for the Young Madam. The bowls and pots were all cleaned up. In the morning, the cook found the bowls placed awkwardly and asked me. I said I heard someone talking downstairs last night."
"Oh, he cooked it, huh."
The Old Lady's expression instantly switched to one of acceptance—it's perfectly reasonable; what's wrong with spoiling your own child, as long as it's not Jiaojiao serving him.
Though she was still a bit unhappy, "Can what he makes even be eaten? Don't let Jiaojiao's taste be lowered. Next time, stop him; his cooking skills are nothing to be proud of."
After all, who's really her biological grandson here?
Not even married yet, and the Old Lady already has Nan Jiaojiao at the center of her heart—what more in the future.
