The old lady spoke with anticipation, "I see the dishes that our second child is looking at are all my favorites. Do you think he knows my birthday is coming up and he's planning to personally cook to show some filial piety to me, his grandma?"
The old man looked at the old lady, couldn't bear to tell her she was overthinking it.
The more the old lady thought about it, the more she felt it was true.
Until it was almost dinner time, she went downstairs and saw Qin Shaonan busy in the kitchen with an apron on. She pulled Aunt Fu aside and asked in a low voice, "What's the second child doing?"
Aunt Fu smiled and replied, "Young Master is making peanut pork trotter soup for the Young Mistress and preparing to cook a few more dishes."
The old lady, "..."
She stood there, feeling her heart shatter into many pieces.
She thought he suddenly had a conscience, but it turned out she was overthinking it.
