On Han Zixin's side, grandpa Han asked his grandsons to go grocery shopping.
Young Master Han Nanxian who had never even lifted a glass of water was told to go grocery shopping all of a sudden. He turned his gaze to look at his younger brother who was yawning as if it was no big deal. How could he forget that his precious brother was talented in kitchen work?
Dammit, what does he do now?
"Grandpa, no need to worry about groceries. I can go myself, " Han Zixin said nonchalantly.
"The things are more in quantity and the driver is not here to drive you to the supermarket, "Han Qian sighed as he looked at his younger grandson. "Take Ah Xian with you. He is eighteen and has a driving license."
"Grandpa, I can go on my bicycle, " Han Zixin stubbornly said.
