Grandfather Ruan didn't mind that his grandson spoke with a perfunctory tone.
He was pleased inwardly, but replied stiffly, "It's not the best."
He knew his own child well.
He might not say much, but he did a lot.
After talking about Wan Manzhu, it was then that Madam Ruan remembered to ask her grandson about his date that day.
Her face full of curiosity, she asked, "Yingzhou, was the food you brought to Tangtang's taste?"
Thinking of the girl's bright-eyed expression, Gu Yingzhou's cool eyes instantly warmed with a tender smile.
"Tangtang liked it very much."
Hearing this, Madam Ruan said with joy, "As long as she liked it, take Tangtang out and about, you know this place well, take the young lady to a few more places."
At this point, she looked towards Grandfather Ruan.
"Old Ruan, where's your camera? Take it out for Yingzhou, let him take a few more pictures of Tangtang."
The old man in the house liked such novel gadgets; she neither understood nor was interested.
