When Zhao Moyao came home, he was surprised to smell a familiar aroma that brought back memories of the past. He followed the savory scent to the dining hall where the dishes were already laid out.
"Grandfather, you're home early." Zhao Lifei walked out from the kitchen with two more plates of food.
"Hm, what did you do this time?" Zhao Moyao chuckled at the premium treatment he was receiving.
His lovely granddaughter was cooking his favorite dishes that his wife used to cook before she passed away.
"You always assume the worst, grandfather." Zhao Lifei mused at his skeptical behavior.
In the past, she used to curry his favors by cooking his favorite dishes, but now, she did it to have family bonding time with the only relative she could ever consider "family."
Zhao Lifei has a lot of blood-related acquaintances, but there was a small handful that was considered "relatives." She had a long line of titled aunties and uncles, but not many of them actually cared about her.
