Cao Shaowu knew that Grandpa missed him.
For the past two years, he had moved next door to Xiao Chun to pursue her, rarely coming back to accompany Grandpa. Cao Shaowu felt somewhat guilty and stood up, looking at Yuan Chun, "Xiao Chun, would you like to come with me?"
"You brat, go by yourself. Your granddaughter-in-law has to stay here to chat with this old man."
After chasing away his grandson, Grandpa Cao handed a banana to Yuan Chun, smiling kindly, "Xiao Chun, peel the banana for Grandpa. My granddaughter-in-law bought them, they must be fragrant and sweet. This old man needs to eat two more."
Yuan Chun, this thousand-year-old demon, blushed at his praise, "Grandpa, it's my fault. I didn't know you liked braised meat. Tomorrow I'll braise some tenderloin for you. Braised tenderloin is tastier than pig's tongue."
