Wen Ruyu didn't hide his fondness for his little great-grandson at all and feigned displeasure as he spoke, "Little Xibao, everyone's your grandpa here, why do you only call your own grandpa to eat and not us? You're so unfair, I'm really hurt."
"I'm very good!" Xibao blinked her big eyes and, pointing to the approaching Madam Xu, said, "I brought food, tasty pancakes!"
Wen Ruyu was taken aback, and Madam Xu laughed.
"Brother Wen, our Xibao is very smart, not easy to deceive. Look, Xiaoxue made these scallion pancakes, and Xibao has delivered one to each of us. Hurry and eat them while they're hot, then have some of the wild vegetable soup that Wenyue and I cooked. That way, you won't go burping out the smell of lard and have others smell it."
Lu Jiang's father led away his little grandson, not wishing to talk with these shrewd old folks.