Qiao Qingyu looked up at her grandfather, knowing that his words were serious and strictly from the perspective of her eldest uncle.
It wasn't because the man was her father's older brother and her uncle that he spoke; the relationship itself was irrelevant.
Of course, it couldn't be said that it had no relation at all, but the fact that her grandfather appreciated her eldest uncle made Qiao Qingyu very happy.
Standing in front of the stove, watching the old hen soup simmer, Qiao Zhicai felt somewhat touched.
However, this was a big matter, and all he knew was hand knitting. After all, times had changed, his horizons had widened, and he knew he shouldn't approach, so he cheerfully picked up Chaoxuan and said to Qiao Qingyu and He Xiuyu, "You two talk to Grandpa, I'm taking Chaoxuan to the market to buy a watermelon."
