"Azhong said he saw that woman Yan Luoxi downstairs; I had him go investigate, but he said he was mistaken. Just bringing up that woman is enough to spoil my appetite," Li Family Head's face had yet to soften.
Li Youran glanced at Uncle Zhong and spoke in a gentle voice, "Grandfather, please don't blame Uncle Zhong. He is loyal and diligent to you, and he gets so tense only because he's seen someone who could pose a danger to the Li Family."
The Family Head's expression gradually eased. "Youran always knows just what to say. What delicious food have you made for Grandpa today?"
Li Youran opened the thermal container, and as she took out the dishes one by one, she said, "There's your favorite braised ribbonfish and matsutake chicken soup to nourish your body."
"Only a granddaughter is thoughtful and filial." The Family Head sighed gently, feeling saddened at the remembrance that for the past five years it had been his second son's family who had revolved around him.
