At this moment in Huang City, the rain had stopped, and Tang Xiaowan was happily eating the food made by Ling Xiao himself, featuring the specialties of Huang City.
There were meat and vegetables, four dishes, and one soup.
The dining room in the old house, with its years of sediment, was very quaint. The sun shone through the dark red windows, casting a pleasant light on the dining table and adding a touch of comfort to this cozy afternoon.
However, Tang Mei didn't come downstairs.
Halfway through the meal, Tang Xiaowan began to worry again. She put down her chopsticks and looked toward the staircase, the delicious food in her plate suddenly lost its appeal.
"Why isn't grandma coming downstairs to eat? Could she be feeling unwell?"
Ling Xiao smiled and comforted her, "Grandma said she didn't sleep well last night. Don't worry, she'll be fine after some rest."
"Ah, it's all my fault, always keeping grandma up to chat, causing her not to rest well."
