Although their youngest daughter was their most beloved, all their grandsons were also the apples of their eyes.
After all, they were all family. How could they not love and worry about each other?
"Alright, alright, let's start eating. If we wait any longer, the crab soup buns will get cold, and Yuche's fine cooking shouldn't go to waste!" the old master of the Qin Family timely said, prompting everyone to start using their chopsticks.
The whole family sat around the large dining table, enjoying the steaming crab soup buns, feeling warm inside.
The dining table, which used to be desolate, had recently become more and more lively.
Even Wang Qing, who always had reservations about Susu's presence, felt a sense of warmth now.
Although she still thought the saying "an old clam birthing pearls" was somewhat inappropriate, her aversion to Susu had diminished compared to the initial dislike.
"Ugh—"
