Bab 1497: This Can't Be Praised

Perhaps she could tell that Shen Fanxing was stubborn, Jiang Rongrong heaved a long sigh.

"Fanxing."

Although she was still used to disliking her granddaughter, she was no longer the same as before. She was not here to anger her.

Swallowing the frustration in his heart, he raised the thermos box in his hand to her.

"I made this myself. Didn't you like it when you were young? Here, take it."

Shen Fanxing's gaze landed on the thermos flask in her hand for a few seconds before she gave a sarcastic smile.

"Sorry, I don't like it."

The smile on Jiang Rongrong's face froze. "How can that be? I remember…"

"Perhaps you didn't remember wrongly. I liked to eat it in the past, but Shen Qianrou often snatched it from me. Since I couldn't taste it, I didn't like it anymore. It's the same for humans."

It was the same for people.

Perhaps she liked and relied on her grandmother back then.