Old Mr. Shen smiled until his eyebrows were hidden, patting her little hand, "Of course, of course, Grandpa has always been thinking about you, counting the days until you come back. Look at this little face, why does it seem to have gotten thinner? Is your schoolwork too stressful? Or are you not taking good care of yourself alone in Nan'an? This won't do, when you go back, I'll send a chef from home to go with you."
"It's not that exaggerated," An Ran touched her cheek. "I think I've actually gained some weight recently, Grandpa, don't worry. The food in the school canteen is great, and I can cook myself too. You've tasted my food, it's delicious."
Old Mr. Shen, hearing An Ran's words, remembered something and nodded with a smile, "Yes, yes, Ran's cooking is better than the chefs at home. When will you cook something delicious for Grandpa again?"
"No problem," An Ran responded while linking arms with Grandpa as they walked into the house.
