"Mmm, delicious, delicious!"
Xian Qianling nodded incessantly, her eyes naturally welling up with tears as she ate the wontons, tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks.
Xian Qianling's grandmother had passed away when she was in junior high, and she spent most of her time at her grandparents' place, rarely visiting her grandmother's home. But every time she did, her grandmother would personally cook a bowl of wontons for her, a taste that was the most precious delicacy in her memories!
Meanwhile, Qi Gaojie and Zhang Zhaoyuan were also blubbering and weeping as they devoured their food with gusto.
After finishing their meal, the three found that none of those terrifying things had happened to them, which only made Xian Qianling even more curious about the old lady's identity.