Gu Nuan Nuan faltered at Ye Rong's words, swallowing the blunt retort she had been about to make—that the meat buns were for Grandpa. 'Oh, well,' she thought. 'I have another bag of them in my space, anyway.' Instead, she handed over the bag with a smile. "Okay, I understand. I won't do that. Second Aunt, Mom specifically asked me to bring these for my cousin. I already left Grandpa's share on the table in the main hall. The house is so chaotic today, Grandma probably isn't in the mood to worry about dinner. Later, you can go get his portion and heat it all up for him tonight."
"Of course I can! I'll go in a little while." Ye Rong nodded happily before asking with a hint of confusion, "Is it really bad out there?"
