"Go away! Don't keep lecturing my grandson! Eat your food!" Old Lady An scolded An Zisheng as she ladled out the porridge.
An Yiqing had just come downstairs and what she saw was such a warm scene.
"Little sis, Lao San! Come and eat!" An Zhihang called out to An Yiqing with a gentle wave of his hand, "By the way, little sis, how did the press conference go yesterday? Did it go smoothly?"
"Um, it was okay. There should be coverage in today's news," An Yiqing nodded, stood up, and served a bowl of soy milk to the elders, saying, "Master, grandparents, and parents, drink more soy milk, it's good for your health."
Ye Chenghong, An Zisheng, Kong Shi, and Old Lady An all nodded with smiling eyes in agreement. Only Old Master An continued reading the newspaper without any reaction.
Old Lady An was not pleased and poked Old Master An, saying discontentedly, "My dear sweetheart poured you soy milk, show some reaction! I'm telling you—"
"Good! So good!"
