As for Guibao, she didn't need to worry about him, he was almost on his second slice.
Helian Qiao glanced at the table, then suddenly jumped down from the bench and scuttled away.
Ma Xiulian thought her little granddaughter had gone to the bathroom, and didn't bother her. But soon, she saw her granddaughter run back clutching a greasy paper bag, "Granny, I brought you and Grandpa some braised pork meatballs, they're soft, you can chew them!"
The last three words were said with a firm and resounding tone.
Upon hearing this, Ma Xiulian's face instantly lit up with a sunflower-like smile, "We've got enough food for today, save the pork meatballs for tomorrow."
Guibao must have had a hearty lunch today. Save the pork meatballs for tomorrow's lunch, have large meat buns for breakfast, and a wild chicken soup for dinner – Guibao's meals for the day will be all set.
"No way."
Helian Qiao declared stubbornly, "They won't be fresh by tomorrow, we need to eat them now."