While speaking, he stuffed the last tomato into Jiang Mianmian's hand with a face full of affection, "If it's not enough, I will go pick some more for you."
She had always blatantly favored certain family members, it used to be her eldest son, then her two grandsons, and now it was Jiang Mianmian.
Even though Jiang Mianmian had never been very close or fond of her grandma, who favored boys over girls, Jiang Mianmian didn't feel burdened by the favoritism and responded with a sweet smile, "This is plenty."
Jiang Changhai, disfavored by the old lady, wasn't upset either; he just grabbed a tender cucumber and started eating.
Zhaodi sat on a small stool inside the house, watching the touching scene between grandparents and grandchild unfold before her eyes, her fingernails almost digging into her palms.
How disgusting!
Sun Lixia didn't mind it at all, she didn't even blink an eye; the few persimmons and cucumbers grown at home weren't worth much money.
