"Is that so? then I'll definitely eat more later." The old master's mood was,"I also want my daughter to feed me until I'm fat. I don't mind being fat at all."
Grandma Xia didn't say anything. She turned to look at the kitchen.
As a mother, she was happy, proud, and sad.
If Xiao' AI hadn't died in that fire and if she had grown up in the Xia family, she wouldn't have wanted her daughter to cook in the kitchen. Xiao' AI's delicious cooking must have been because of her experiences over the years.
She was only 27 years old, but qingsi was already 8 years old. This meant that she had qingsi when she was 19.
Nineteen years old was the age where one would be as delicate as a flower bud. It was the right time to stay in school, be innocent, and pursue one's dreams and love. However, Xiao' AI was already married and had a daughter.
Grandma Xia didn't know what Xiao' AI had gone through when she wasn't by his side.
