Three people went downstairs for breakfast and couldn't help but find it amusing to see Yue Tingyu cautiously serving soup with a big bone in it for Baozi.
"Good morning, Grandma."
"Good morning, Grandma Luo." "Good morning, Grandma Luo."
All three said in unison.
Yue Tingyu was startled, but upon seeing them, she relaxed, "Hurry up and eat, your Grandpa will be back soon."
So what if he comes back? What's the big deal? Luo Qianqian was puzzled, but as she sat down at the table, she understood Yue Tingyu's meaning.
There was a large pot of soup on the table, filled with ribs and corn, and it looked delicious.
"Qianqian, drink more. You guys eat all the meat," Yue Tingyu said with a smile. She left her next words unsaid, but Luo Qianqian understood—don't leave any for your Grandpa.
Eating ribs awkwardly, she felt that according to Grandma's personality, she should have set some aside specifically for Grandpa, right?
