Gu Ben Can squatted down slightly to look the old lady in the eye. "Grandma Cuicui, I won't lie to you. My oldest brother did a lot of the work, but I was right there helping him.
"If you don't believe me, I can have someone bring the stove over here and cook it right in front of everyone."
To make things easier on the road, Jin Qianqian had specially commissioned several portable stoves made of refined iron, which were incredibly convenient to use.
"Grandma believes you," Li Cuicui said, looking at the sweat on her young grandson's forehead. "Are you tired?"
Gu Ben Can smiled sweetly at her. "Not at all. Besides, this is to show my respect for you. No matter how tired I get, I'm willing to do it."
These words instantly delighted Li Cuicui, and any remaining misgivings she had about her grandson personally cooking in the kitchen vanished. After showering the two brothers with praise, she urged everyone to take their seats. She couldn't wait to taste the boys' cooking.
