"Grandfather went to the palace early this morning."
Lin Jinhao, with his young-adult demeanor, furrowed his brows. He couldn't wait to interject before Fourth Brother had finished speaking.
"Mhm, Sister knows."
Lin Qingluo gently patted his head, soothing the wrinkles on his forehead.
"Sister, let's eat. Jinming is hungry."
Little Thirteen, being young, couldn't understand the twists and turns of the conversation. He shook his sister's arm and acted coquettishly.
"Alright, let's eat. We can't let our Little Thirteen starve."
Lin Qingluo indulgently rubbed the little one's belly, wrapped her arms around him, and hugged him close.
"I'll go tell the kitchen to serve the dishes."
Shitou ran quickly, disappearing towards the kitchen in a puff of smoke.
In no time at all, Shitou returned with four lanterns in tow, followed by three attendants carrying trays, all of them smiling brightly.
