Madam Qi nodded obediently. Then, as if presenting a treasure, she took out an oil paper bag from her pocket, she stuffed it into Gu Qingxue's arms. "I specially left it for you that day. Take a look at it. Don't let others see it. Eat it yourself!"
Gu Qingxue opened the oil paper bag and found a drumstick and a chicken wing inside.
"Isn't this grandma's favorite roast chicken... Grandma, you don't have to leave it for me." Gu Qingxue had mixed feelings. She held the two pieces of roast chicken in her hands and was very touched.
Madam Qi shook her head. "I want to leave it for you. I don't like to eat this. You can eat it."
Madam Qi said she did not like to eat it, but in fact, she kept glancing at the roast chicken from the corner of her eyes. She even swallowed her saliva secretly.
"Just accept it." Nine could tell that Madam Qi, as an elder, loved Gu Qingxue clumsily.