"Alright, alright. Don't stand outside. Let's talk inside the house." Duan Yarong saw the old master being condemned by his grandchildren. She could not help but laugh a little and tried to help him out.
After saying that, he also took the initiative to take An Yue's hand and led her inside. "When I heard that you are coming over today, I specially asked the kitchen to prepare a lot of food. I don't know what you and Chen like to eat, so if you don't like the food, you must tell me."
An Yue's nerves were finally eased a little by Duan Yarong's friendly attitude. She smiled a little and said, "I am not very picky, Chen ... Chen prefers to eat spicy and sweet things. He doesn't really like to eat sour things."
An Yue and An Qi grew up in the orphanage. Although they did not starve, the food there was not very good. As long as the food was not too horrible, they were fine with everything.
