As soon as Madam Qu saw Chen Meng'er, she was overjoyed. She wanted nothing more than to hold Chen Meng'er in her hands and dote on her.
"Grandma, there's no need. Just a few dishes will be enough. I'm not picky," Chen Meng'er said coquettishly to Madam Qu.
"Still not picky? Look at your face, it's so thin," Madam Qu looked at Chen Meng'er's face and said with heartache. Madam Qu still felt that it was better for a girl to be chubby. Of course, she had to admit that this precious granddaughter of hers was really very beautiful.
For this, Madam Qu was quite proud in her heart. If she didn't know that Chen Meng'er's identity was relatively special and that Chen Meng'er didn't like to be in the limelight, she would probably think of bringing Chen Meng'er with her wherever she went.
