"Thank you, Grandpa!" An Yiqing reached out to take the steamed bun, eating as she cooed playfully.
Watching his granddaughter act spoiled, Old Master An was so delighted he couldn't find north, his entire face blooming with a smile.
"Oh, eat slowly, eat slowly, here's some water, Grandpa just aired it out for you."
An Zisheng and his sons, An Zhihang and An Zhiyan, sat aside, their mouths twitching as they watched the affectionate scene between their grandfather and sister, feeling as though they themselves were picked up from a trash bin.
"Dad, it's New Year's today, tell me the truth, was I picked up from a trash bin?" An Zhihang joked, looking seriously at An Zisheng.
An Zisheng rolled his eyes and curled the corner of his mouth, "I think, not only were you picked up from a trash bin, but your old man was too."
