She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"It's not that my grandmother is a good cook, it's that the old hens in the countryside taste good. If you still want to drink it, you can ask someone to go to the countryside to buy chickens and stew them."

She only had six old hens in her house, and they were all killed when she left.

The chicken is put in the refrigerator and taken out to make soup when it is time to eat.

Even if Chen Yuting wanted it, she didn't intend to give it to him.

"It's because grandma is a good cook."

Chen Yuting was firm in his opinion.

He looked at Manshu, and his eyes unconsciously looked at the birthmark at the corner of her eye.

It would be nice if I could just reach out and touch it.

Manshu noticed his gaze and frowned.

Grandma Yan was completely unaware that any elderly person would not be disgusted by a child like Chen Yuting who was good-looking, polite, and could talk.

Instead, she smiled and said, "Next time grandma makes it, I'll ask Nannan to bring it to you."

Grandma Yan heard from Wang Yi’s mother that it was thanks to this child that she was able to enter St. Paul’s Hospital.

Although Manshu had said before that he was in a psychiatric ward, Grandma Yan didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the child, and she even felt sorry for him.

"Thank you, grandma."

Chen Yuting glanced at Manshu cautiously, as if afraid that she would disagree.

Manshu: “…” Why does she feel that Chen Yuting is a high-level green tea?

"What's there to be thankful for?"

If Manshu hadn't pulled her back, Grandma Yan might have wanted to stay and chat with Chen Yuting more.

Who made this child look lonely?

When the two of them left in the car, Chen Yuting was still staring at them and watching them go.

This made Grandma Yan even more distressed.

Manshu suspected that Grandma Yan wanted to take Chen Yuting home if he was willing.

"That child is so pitiful." When Grandma Yan saw Chen Yuting, it was as if she saw the young Manshu.

The unfilial daughter never came back to see her child once, and the child was always bullied when he was young because he had no parents.

Every time she went home after class, she would see the small Manshu sitting in front of the gate waiting for her.

When she left, she also sat at the door and watched her go.

Before she knew it, Grandma Yan's eyes were red.

Manshu really wanted to shout, don't be fooled by his appearance.

If it is said that Manshu was not on guard against Chen Yuting at the beginning.

When the other person looked at the mark at the corner of her eye several times, her defensiveness suddenly rose.

Chen Yuting is an evil person, so it’s better not to let grandma have any contact with him again.

"Grandma, let's not think about him anymore. Think about what else you want to buy. I'll take you to walk around the streets near the school."

Manshu's words brought Grandma Yan back to her senses.

After getting off the bus, she really took Grandma Yan to visit all the nearby shopping malls.

Bought a lot of stuff and took it home.

"Nannan, how come you are so familiar with this area?" Grandma Yan couldn't help but be surprised when she saw her telling her which fruit store had the cheapest and freshest products and which shopping mall had the best products.

"I..." Manshu was stunned. Of course he knew it in his previous life.

However, when the words came to his lips, he changed his mind and said, "I just took a look around the neighborhood when I was decorating my house. Didn't you always teach me to compare prices before buying things?"

Grandma Yan didn't doubt it either.

The two moved the things back home. Grandma didn't let Manshu do anything. She decorated the house herself and let Manshu rest.

Instead, Manshu pushed his grandmother to the kitchen: "You cook dinner and I'll clean up."

The grandmother and granddaughter divided the work, and by the time dinner was ready, Manshu had also finished cleaning up.

There was even a simple white vase on the dining table with three lilies and some matching sweetgrass in it.

The room is filled with the fragrance of flowers.