She brushed it off simply.
But the old lady and the old man felt particularly heartened.
Qin Shaonan and Qiao Qiao exchanged a glance; did Ji Bo really die?
Qin Shaoling was hungry, she hadn't eaten anything since yesterday. She picked up her chopsticks and fell silent.
The old lady and the old man felt even more sorrowful.
Especially the old lady, who had secretly wiped away her tears.
The old man's eyes were also red.
Suddenly, Qin Shaonan ate a bite of ribs and pushed it aside, "Who made this dish? It's so bad."
The old man, "..."
His face instantly darkened!
Qin Shaoling, "It's so astringent! Too much vinegar and salt."
Qiao Qiao, "..."
Qin Shaonan, "..."
The old lady, "..."
The old lady, "..."
"..."
Wen Nuan bit her lip, holding back her laughter.
Qin Shaojin sat there and pressed the bridge of his nose.
Shao Ling soon touched grandpa's sore spot.
When grandma eagerly invited him to taste it, he used all energies to finish the astringent tongue-numbing ribs.
