"I'll go get you some chopsticks," Gao Changchun made a move to head to the kitchen. She would certainly not be happy if Lu Siyuan came every day, but he was a sensible kid. He didn't usually show up, and even when he did, he wouldn't eat here.
So, just like Lu Dagang, she was willing to make a show of politeness on the surface.
After all, having this nephew around had saved her a lot of trouble. For instance, last time when grandpa's back pain flared up so badly he couldn't get out of bed, would she not have had to take care of him if not for Lu Siyuan's help?
The sale of goods in the city, and those bits of farmland belonging to grandpa, were all counting on Lu Siyuan's help.
"No need, Auntie," called Lu Siyuan to stop her, "We've already eaten. I'm here to ask if there are still many winter melons left at home."
"Winter melons?"
Lu Dagang and Gao Changchun exchanged glances, both harboring their own thoughts. They wondered if Lu Siyuan's visit was to take some winter melons.
