Chapter 2053: Why Call Her

The Old Lady was immediately displeased, “Is he crippled in the hands or legs that he has to get my Jiaojiao up in the middle of the night to make a late snack? Is he sick!”

Auntie Wu couldn’t stop laughing, “It seems the Third Young Master cooked it for the Young Madam. The bowls and pots were all cleaned up. In the morning, the cook found the bowls placed awkwardly and asked me. I said I heard someone talking downstairs last night.”

“Oh, he cooked it, huh.”

The Old Lady’s expression instantly switched to one of acceptance—it’s perfectly reasonable; what’s wrong with spoiling your own child, as long as it’s not Jiaojiao serving him.

Though she was still a bit unhappy, “Can what he makes even be eaten? Don’t let Jiaojiao’s taste be lowered. Next time, stop him; his cooking skills are nothing to be proud of.”

After all, who’s really her biological grandson here?

Not even married yet, and the Old Lady already has Nan Jiaojiao at the center of her heart—what more in the future.

“Go knock on the door and call Jiaojiao to come and have something good to eat.”

“Okay.”

Auntie Wu assisted the Old Lady to the dining table and then went upstairs to knock on the door. Bo Yanching came to open the door, still in his pajamas, although the clothes for both of them were laid out on the bed. Auntie Wu invited him downstairs for breakfast, saying the Old Lady was already waiting.

He wanted to wait for Nan Jiaojiao, so Auntie Wu went down first. Out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently glanced into someone’s room.

“Old Madam,” Auntie Wu bent forward, lowering her voice, “should we call Miss Song?”

“Call her for what, to ruin our appetite?”

The Old Lady extended her chopsticks to grab a piece of fish, “If she’s not up, let her sleep. The kitchen can make her something later. If we call her over now, can we still enjoy our meal?”

Auntie Wu nodded, “Then we won’t call her.”

Bo Yanching and Nan Jiaojiao came down with two little ones. He held Qianqian, first pulling out a chair for Nan Jiaojiao to sit, then sat next to her and placed Qianqian in the chair beside him.

The little one had been putting on weight lately and had grown a bit taller, making it inconvenient to hold and feed.

Bo Qingshan slept well, his cheeks rosy. He clung shamelessly to Nan Jiaojiao’s side, eating every dish she picked for him, making him sway with joy.

Bo Yanching was too lazy to look at his shameless demeanor and continued eating while using a spoon to feed Qianqian.

Aunt Chen had packed Qianqian’s schoolbag and brought it downstairs, and Bo Yanching had even checked it over once to put his mind at ease.

“Finished eating?”

Bo Yanching knocked on the back of Bo Qingshan’s head.

He covered his head and turned to glare at him bitterly, “What’s the rush? I’ve been looking after Sister Jiaojiao just now, and I haven’t eaten much yet.”

Nan Jiaojiao shrugged her shoulders, refusing to take the blame, “Come on, you’ve only picked a few times, and you’ve eaten quite a bit yourself. I gave you all my sandwiches, didn’t I? Was that big bite really just a few bites?”

Bo Qingshan scratched his head, chuckling: “I’m growing, aren’t I? I eat a lot.”

He should have said that earlier; it’s not hard to find his own excuse. “Eat quickly; I’ll wait for you.”

“Mmm! Sister Jiaojiao is the best!”

Bo Qingshan deliberately threw a provocative glance at his third uncle, but seeing the man about to lower his head, he quickly turned his head away and roughly dug into his bowl of porridge.

The spoon served merely as an auxiliary tool.

Once full, he patted his belly, “Great Grandmother, Qianqian and I are off to school. We’ll be back to have dinner with you tonight.”

Qianqian mimicked his words, “Great Grandmother, Qianqian, Xiao Qianqian is going to school too.”