Ms. Li, upon hearing this, eagerly volunteered to take over the task of researching how to fry the pork. Naturally, Yang Chuxia was happy to delegate it to her.
Meanwhile, Little Yangyang came bounding over to the Yang Family, with Li Wen following behind him, covered in sweat. Couldn't this young master slow down just a little? What if he tripped and fell?
"Grandma, Grandma!"
Inside the house, Ms.Wang was chatting with her nephew, Wang Pingtao, when she heard the voice and instantly broke into a smile, then she said to Wang Pingtao, "That's Xiaxia's youngest son, Little Yangyang, coming over."
"Yangyang, you're here again?" Ms.Wang was about to go outside when, just then, Yangyang charged into her arms like a little cannonball.
"Wow, Grandma, what do you mean 'again'? Are you not happy to see me?" Yangyang pretended to be upset.
"Not at all, not at all, Grandma is delighted you're here. Why not spend the night at Grandma's as well, would that be okay?"
