On hearing grandfather Ling's words, Yuan Zhou was stunned for a moment and did not say anything.
"Can I borrow the kitchen for a while?" Yuan Zhou asked after quite a while.
"Sure, go ahead. It's right there." Grandfather Ling pointed to his left.
"Alright, thank you." Yuan Zhou nodded his head and thanked her.
Grandfather Ling shook his head while Ling Hong was wearing mourning clothes like a real grandson.
As for Yin ya, Jiang Changxi and Wu Hai who came with him, they tied the White cloth on their arms quietly, indicating that they were close friends.
Yuan Zhou was cooking in the kitchen quietly. He first cooked a pot of congee and then started to cook other dishes.
"It's good to have some porridge early in the morning. Although there are no snow vegetables, I can make something else to go with the meal. Furthermore, it's something that you have never eaten before, Grandpa Jia." Yuan Zhou said quietly.
