For a moment, the lobby on the first floor was in an uproar, as everyone condemned Grandma Ding's immoral behavior of not following the rules.
Clearly, we all just sent fruit to Luoluo, why did you send it directly to Master Qin?!
And you even succeeded!
Aren't you breaking the game rules!
All of a sudden, everyone was shouting:
"I have a niece..."
"My daughter's colleague's hometown is..."
"My son works at the flour company!"
Grandma Ding ignored these obviously made-up fake messages, enjoying her jujube cake with pride, contemplating on how to handle the green bean cake for her eldest grandson after having sorted out the locust flower honey buns for her younger grandson.
Sigh, it's tough.
Qin Huai changed clothes and entered the kitchen.
