"..." Grandpa Lu gave an awkward smile, "There's still some in the pot, why don't you two have a little more?"
Normally, they didn't eat like this. It was only on rare occasions, and now they had been caught, making it seem as if he was sneaking food behind his son and daughter-in-law's back. Grandpa Lu's face turned a bright red with embarrassment.
"No need, I had bean noodles for lunch." Zhang Changchun deliberately emphasized what he had for lunch.
Shen Mianmian detected a trace of sourness in his voice.
Grandpa Lu became even more embarrassed, holding the noodles in his hand, unable to take another bite.
Seeing this, Lu Siyuan's expression darkened slightly. He could tolerate a few remarks directed at him, but he couldn't stand to see his grandfather unhappy.
Seeing that the mood was off, Lu Dagang stealthily glared at Zhang Changchun, signaling her not to talk nonsense, and quickly changed the subject, "Mianmian, were your parents satisfied with the winter melon?"
