"Damn, this weather!"
Jiang Bai habitually cursed before shaking off his clothes and entering with his bag.
Originally, he planned to spend the entire day at the comic convention, but after learning to cook from Wang Fan, he left at noon, unwilling to participate in the afternoon's most anticipated activities.
Although he was uncomfortable with his wet clothes, he felt excited inside.
"Grandma, I'm here to see you."
A seventy-year-old woman with white hair emerged from her room, looking at Jiang Bai with surprise and confusion: "Didn't you say you were coming tomorrow? Why are you here today?"
Jiang Bai grinned and said, "I missed you and came back early. Have you eaten yet? I learned to make a really delicious dish and I want to cook it for you."
Grandma chided, "You should change clothes first, look at you all soaked, and I can still cook. What do you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."
