During this time, Zhou Zan broke a bowl.

Zhou Zan quickly destroyed the evidence, wrapped the body in paper, ran out the door, and threw it away.

Song Fanxing noticed his guilty look.

He chuckled and said, "Are you afraid Grandma Su will beat you?"

"She wouldn't hit me, but that's Grandma's favorite blue and white porcelain bowl. If she finds out, she'll probably nag me for days. I hate it when she nags me."

Song Fanxing's eyes darted around. "I'll tell Grandma Su in a bit that you broke her blue and white porcelain bowl."

Zhou Zan grabbed her arm pitifully.

"Star, no..."

A big boy acted cute towards her, making Song Fanxing laugh out loud.

The elderly couple were extremely pleased to hear laughter coming from the kitchen.

After breakfast, Song Fanxing washed some peaches and plums and brought them over to the two elders.

"Grandpa Zhou, Grandma Su, have some fruit after your meal."

The elderly couple inexplicably felt they had a great appetite today, and each ate a peach and a few plums.

Su Wanzhi praised, "Xingxing, you have a good eye for shopping. This fruit is so delicious; it's the sweetest plum I've ever tasted. And the millet porridge this morning is so fragrant; it's so much better than the millet I buy."

"If you like it, I'll buy it for you next time I see it."

Knowing the truth, Zhou Zan glanced at Song Fanxing.

Grandma Su wasn't feeling well, so Song Fanxing and Zhou Zan didn't plan to go out.

Unexpectedly, Su Wanzhi chased them out.

“I’m fine, Xiao Zhan. You can take Xingxing out for a walk, take her boating. Just come back in the afternoon and cook. You don’t need to stay home with my old lady.”