Ah Li grinned and pulled Grandpa Wang into the house.
Seeing this, Yan Siming added some firewood to the stove. Ah Li seemed hungry and needed to be cooked quickly.
Soon, a pot of rice was cooked, and Ah Li ate it with his mouth full of oil.
Grandpa Wang ate heartily, but when he noticed Yan Siming's unpleasant expression, he pretended not to see his unfriendly gaze.
While eating, Ah Li kept asking Grandpa Wang to add more food. Normally, this was the kind of treatment Yan Siming received.
However, Yan Siming still ate his own bowl of rice. Although he was a little sullen, he would still take the time to pick off the grains of rice stuck to the corner of Ali's mouth and put them in his own mouth.
Ah Li pretended to know nothing, but Grandpa Wang almost jumped up and down. What was this kid trying to do?
Did he want to deliberately show how close he and Ahri were in front of this old man?
Grandpa Wang scooped another large spoonful of rice into his own bowl so that he wouldn't feel uncomfortable; he wanted to stay and stand among them.
Seeing that Grandpa Wang had a good appetite, Ali smiled and said, "Grandpa Wang, being able to eat is a blessing, being able to eat is a blessing."
When Yan Siming saw that there was only a little bit of food left in the meal that was originally meant for two people, he looked at Ah Li.
Ali didn't eat much. She secretly took Yan Siming's empty bowl and swapped it with his.
"Yan Siming, I can't finish it," Ah Li said silently.
Yan Siming sighed and shoveled the last of his rice into the bowl in front of him.
Grandpa Wang pretended not to see it. Actually, he was also a bit full, but he would never admit defeat.
The competitive spirit of the elderly is always so strange.
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