Aunt Zheng clenched the chopsticks in her hand tightly.
This little bitch Lu Liangwei, she did that on purpose!
Noticing her seething expression, Lu Liangwei lifted the corners of her mouth in a smile. "Is Aunt Zheng going to pick out food for Grandmother? Then it's better if you don't pick chicken—it is greasy and not suitable for her. You can try fish. Oh right, there are bones in fish. Do remember to pick them out."
When she spoke, she was no longer cutting and offensive like before. Her tone was even docile and gentle, showing thoughtfulness in every word.
Aunt Zheng's eyes flashed, her expression somewhat livid.
Hearing those words, Aunt Lan said with a smile, "Thank you for the thoughtfulness, Miss Lu. Madam is getting old, and she really shouldn't be eating greasy food."
Lu Liangwei beamed and said, "I didn't know it before, but recently I have been flipping through the medical books left by Mother. I learned this from reading them."
