Acting Class

The old lady looked at the noodles and immediately slapped her thigh. "Oh, look at us. We have been talking, so the noodles are already lumpy."

"Xiao Ai, do you have noodles at home? I'll cook you a new bowl!" the old lady said.

Jian Ai felt disgusted by his hypocrisy and couldn't be bothered to deal with it. She only said, "No need, Grandma. There are ready-made ones at home. I don't like to eat noodles either."

"Heh… Is that so…"

Old Madam Wang laughed dryly and could only give up.

At this moment, Jian Yu came out of the bathroom wiping his wet hair. He had vaguely heard Li Xia's voice in the bathroom just now, so he was not too surprised to see Li Xia. He only said politely, "Aunt is here."

Without waiting for Li Xia to respond, Jian Ai said to Jian Yu, "Brother, heat the dishes that I bought from Aunt's house yesterday. I'm hungry."

"Alright!"

Jian Yu answered and went straight into the kitchen.