Seeing Grandma Mu’s expression, An Ran knew the old lady was truly angry. A wave of warmth surged in her heart. How many years had it been since she felt such affection and love since her own grandmother passed away?
An Ran sat beside Grandma Mu, affectionately hugging the old lady’s arm. "Grandma, I’m really fine. The doctors exaggerated a bit. Xingfeng went to the company, and I was bored at home, so I thought I’d make him some lunch. Have you eaten yet, Grandma? What do you like to eat? I’ll make it for you."
Hearing An Ran’s words, Grandma Mu immediately smiled. Nowadays, young girls are pampered one by one. Not to mention others, just her granddaughter Mu Wanxin, who doesn’t do any work and knows nothing about cooking. She wouldn’t even go to the kitchen to make dishes; even fruits are washed and handed to her by servants.
But this granddaughter-in-law not only knows how to cook but also wants to cook for Mu Xingfeng. No wonder her grandson, who is usually as cold as ice, likes her.
"Grandma is old now, and my appetite is just so-so. Whatever you eat, I’ll eat too. As long as you like it, Grandma likes it too," Grandma Mu said sincerely.
"Well then, Grandma, you can watch TV for a while. I’ll make some vegetables." She said while turning on the TV.
"Okay, okay. If you get tired, just let Chen help. Don’t wear yourself out," Grandma Mu still reminded her worriedly.
When Mu Xingfeng arrived home, he saw his grandmother sitting on the sofa watching TV. He put down his things, greeted her, and looked around the room, searching for An Ran.
How could Grandma not see that Mu Xingfeng’s eyes hadn’t been on her? She smiled and said, "Stop looking. Ran is in the kitchen making food for you."
Ran is in the kitchen making food for you. Such a simple sentence warmed Mu Xingfeng’s heart.
At this moment, An Ran came out of the kitchen holding some vegetables. Seeing Mu Xingfeng, she smiled and said, "You’re back. Just in time, the food’s ready. Go wash your hands and eat."
Looking at her little figure and listening to her soft voice, Mu Xingfeng’s lips curved up, and the softest part of his heart was gently touched.
After putting down the dishes, An Ran went to the sofa to personally help Grandma Mu to the dining table.
When Grandma Mu saw the dishes on the table, her eyes widened. She thought An Ran would only make some simple home-cooked dishes, but the dishes on the table could compete with those made by professional chefs.
"Did you make all these dishes by yourself?" Grandma Mu asked incredulously.
"Yes, Miss An made all these by herself. I wanted to help, but Miss An wouldn’t let me," said Nanny Chen, who came over with a bowl of soup. She was also amazed today. She had to admit, the young master’s taste is really good. Not only is Miss An beautiful and lovable, but her cooking is also excellent.
Grandma Mu nodded repeatedly. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that all the dishes on the table were made according to Mu Xingfeng’s taste, making her smile even bigger.
After eating, Grandma Mu went back to the old house. Thinking of Grandma Mu’s constant smiling face, An Ran shook Mu Xingfeng’s arm and asked, "How was it, huh? Have I paved a bloody path on your family’s way of forcing marriage? It seems like Grandma has been completely won over by me."
Looking at An Ran’s triumphant little face, Mu Xingfeng calmly took the bowl of medicine from Nanny Chen, "That’s right, keep it up. Here, drink the medicine."
As soon as she saw the bowl of medicine, the enthusiastic little girl instantly deflated.