The old lady sat there, staring at the large plate of crawfish with eyes gleaming with desire, yet she didn't dare to start eating. She looked anxiously at Ji Shunuan.
"Grandma, here you go," Ji Shunuan said, putting on gloves.
She peeled a crawfish for the old lady and handed it to her.
"I'll go upstairs first," Bo Jingcheng said in a hoarse voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Qing hurried in from outside. The two exchanged a glance and tacitly went upstairs.
"Nuannuan, how did you think to get takeout for Grandma?" the old lady asked, taking a bite of the crawfish.
A wave of unprecedented satisfaction surged in her heart. Although many people said that this kind of food wasn't presentable, for those who liked it, it was irresistible.
"Grandma, it wasn't me who got the takeout," Ji Shunuan said with a smile, lowering her voice and leaning close to the old lady's ear to whisper, "It was Bo Jingcheng who took the initiative to pack it for you."
