Pei Qisheng would definitely be the one cooking today. He was especially good at cooking, and Pei Yilan wanted to try it.
She cut the peeled apple into pieces and washed a plate of cherries before putting them on the fruit plate. "Grandpa, have some fruit."
"Ok." Pei Zhen picked up a piece of apple.
He was so focused on playing chess with Jiang Ye that he did not even notice Pei Qisheng and the others coming back.
"Jiang Ye." A voice sounded in their ears, scaring them. "If you make a wrong move, you are going to lose."
Jiang Ye looked up and greeted them gently.
When he smiled, he exuded a gentle aura, like the warm sun in early spring.
Bai Ying thought of that night when Pei Yilan cried and talked about his background to her. At that time, she wondered what a person who had a traumatic childhood would look like, but when she really saw him, her heart ached.
