When Zhao Lifei got home, her grandfather was already waiting for her. A maid pulled out her chair and she sat down, her posture full of grace as she addressed her grandfather with a bright smile in hopes of soothing his annoyance. "I apologize for the delay grandfather, I hope I didn't make you wait too long?" She arrived home fifteen minutes earlier than promised, but decided it was best to apologize for it.
"Yes, you did." Zhao Moyao bluntly said, his words prickly, but she sat beside him, completely unaffected by his treatment. Growing up by his side, she had gotten accustomed to his behavior and even developed one that mirrored his.
Zhao Lifei's eyes skimmed the dishes and saw there was still steam rising from them, which meant they were freshly cooked less than a while ago.
Despite seeing fault in his words, she quietly said, "I'm sorry." She knew he valued the time spent with family, especially dining.
