"You call her Grandma Qian?"
Luo Shunchen was somewhat astonished; the respect Ji Ruyan showed toward that elderly woman had been extremely courteous, without daring to overstep even slightly.
"Yes!"
Ji Ruyan rolled her eyes, although she had not wanted to call her that at the beginning.
But helplessly, the woman was indeed much older than her, and her strength was greater as well, so how dare she defy her?
Making a ruckus on someone else's turf—such foolishness was not something she could learn.
Just like that little foodie, no matter how mischievous he usually was, when Grandma Qian really got angry, didn't he also clam up?
However, she didn't know that the little guy's nickname, in Grandma Qian's mouth, was actually Rice Bucket.
This Rice Bucket, this foodie, really suited the little guy!
Because there was no other word that could describe him, after she finished tending to their wounds.
