Sheng Tang put her school bag in her grandmother's room, then went to her own room to change into a different set of clothes.
Grandma had already come back home.
"Grandma, how did you make that lotus root stir-fry last time?" Gu Shiting came over to help and casually asked Grandma.
Grandma's lotus root dishes were always tender and tasted wonderful, and Sheng Tang really seemed to love them.
Gu Shiting silently took note of this.
He planned to learn how to cook it so he could make it for Sheng Tang in the future. No matter how good the cooks at his home were, they couldn't replicate the taste of Grandma's homemade dishes.
Gu Shiting thought that Sheng Tang would definitely miss her Grandma's cooking in the future, so he cunningly planned to learn how to make every dish she liked.
"Lotus root stir-fry isn't just randomly thrown together," Sheng Tang said from the doorway.
