Old Master Gu sighed, a hint of melancholy flashing in his eyes:
"Alright, work is more important. I'll come back often when I have free time."
Gao Dan responded. In fact, if Old Master Gu were not a member of the Gu family, he wouldn't have to stay at home at such an advanced age to oversee things.
There's really nothing we can do about it.
Not only Grandpa Gu, but Grandpa Ye is the same. Although he moved away from the Ye family's old house, the location of Banshan Garden is still within the capital city area, isn't it?
Seeing the old man's obvious reluctance, Gao Dan pursed her lips:
"Take care of yourself, I'll bring the kids back when I have time."
This can be considered a promise.
Sure enough, upon hearing his eldest grandson's words, Old Master Gu smiled.
"Okay, okay!"
Taking good care of my health is definitely a must. I also want to spend more time with my great-grandson. Ideally, I'd like to see my adorable little brother or sister born before I die; that would truly make me feel fulfilled.
The old man usually slept very regularly, and today he was waiting for the family of three to come home. This time, the old man didn't drink the mutton soup, and let his eldest grandson help him back to his room.
When Gao Dan came out, the mother and son were already drinking from small bowls in the restaurant.
Authentic mutton soup, sprinkled with a few chopped scallions and some small red chilies, is absolutely delicious.
The mutton soup was so spicy and hot that the little one's nose turned red after drinking it.
"Delicious!"
He gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.
"Mommy, I want more."
Ye Wanying glanced helplessly at her son:
"Are you just swallowing it whole?"
Such a delicious, beautiful, and pure soup should be savored carefully.
Did this kid just gulp it down like he was drinking plain water?
The little boy blushed slightly; wasn't this just because it tasted really good?
"Mommy, Tuanzi will drink it slowly later," she whispered.
Ye Wanying chuckled and shook her head slightly, but still ladled out more than half a bowl for her son:
"Hey, drink slowly."
Please don't waste delicious food.
The little guy took it, and this time he was in a hurry to drink slowly, taking small sips.
Seeing Gao Dan approach, Ye Wanying quickly waved to her husband:
"Come quick, come quick, it's so delicious!"
Gao Dan frowned slightly: Is it really that good?
It's just mutton soup, it's not like I've never had it before.
That stuff has a strong flavor, so many people don't really like to eat it.
Gao Dan didn't dislike it at all. After all, when they were out, as long as they had something to eat, they were fine. Why would they complain? That would be reckless.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not exaggerating, this soup is really delicious. I already served it to you, you should try it."
Seeing his young wife's enthusiastic praise, Gao Dan sat down, picked up the small bowl that had cooled down before the Qingming Festival, and took two sips.
It really didn't have the foul smell I had imagined.
He drank a couple more sips in no time.
"Right? Right? It really tastes good, doesn't it?"
"Hmm." Gao Dan nodded, acknowledging it.
Ye Wanying had already drunk two bowls and wasn't as hungry anymore, looking at the pile of meat at the bottom of the casserole:
"I'll go get a dipping sauce; this meat doesn't taste good without it."
Before Gao Dan could even answer, the little devil had already impatiently spoken up:
"Mommy, eat meat, meat."
Ye Wanying looked at her son, her gaze finally settling on the little boy's belly.
How much stuff can this actually hold?
Not to mention the dinner we had at Banshanyuan, just that big meat bun at the school gate would probably have been enough to fill us up.
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