Jiang Xia had just finished kneading the dough when he finally reacted.
He held the dough basin, a smear of white flour still on his face, and stared at his grandfather sitting by the door.
"The older the ginger, the spicier it gets."
"Heh heh, you flatter me."
Grandpa Jiang didn't show the slightest guilt at being caught. In fact, he added fuel to the fire, saying, "I quite like this personality of yours. Whatever you do, don't change."
Jiang Xia stared speechlessly at the roof, then started sticking flatbreads to the side of the pot with the stewing fish.
'I'm not usually like this, okay?'
'It's only around Grandpa that I let my guard down like this. I only did it because he wanted me to.'
'If it were anyone else, I wouldn't have even bothered.'
'No, that's not right.' Jiang Xia's hands paused.
'There's also that sika deer, An Ning.'
