"That rascal, really doesn't know how to take care of his body at all." Granny Sampton muttered as she turned around and went out.
Entering Bright Sampton's room, she saw Bright Sampton indeed sitting in front of the computer.
Granny Sampton walked over, stood behind Bright Sampton, and gave him a pat, "You've been sitting here the whole afternoon, get up and move around a bit, aren't you afraid of going blind staring at the screen?"
"Alright~ Grandma, I'll listen to you." Bright Sampton cheerfully replied as he took off his headphones, then sniffed like a dog, "Is my sister cooking tonight? I seem to smell something particularly spicy."
"Yes, your sister is cooking." Granny Sampton smiled, "So you'll have a treat tonight, your sister's culinary skills are even better than Grandma's."
