Chapter 840: Leave Tomorrow

“Sure.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t think much of it; she didn’t return to her small courtyard, feeling tired from wandering.

She wasn’t too keen on walking anymore, and she had a room upstairs.

After changing into fresh clothes and shoes, she went downstairs, where dishes were already being set on the dining table.

Nan Jiaojiao sat on Elder Nan’s left side.

She scooped a spoonful of sugar into the hot tangyuan soup, stirred it, letting the sugar dissolve and a layer of white bubbles float on top.

She took a sesame-filled tangyuan and bit into it.

“Be careful, it’s hot,” Elder Nan said.

“There’s more; your bowl has five different flavors.

There’s rose filling in the soup tureen.

You can scoop it up yourself later.”

“Mm, mm.”

Nan Jiaojiao felt the warmth in her mouth as Elder Nan wanted to add sugar to his bowl.

She took the sugar jar away, saying, “Grandpa, eat less sugar.

I just tasted it; the soup is already sweet.”

Elder Nan grumbled, “But your bowl is still sweet; how many spoonfuls of sugar did you add yourself?”

Nan Jiaojiao leaned over, widening her eyes, with laughter lingering at the corners.

Her playful manner instantly dissipated Elder Nan’s annoyance.

Uncle Qiu came over, “Sir, you can’t compare to Miss.

You’re not in great health, and Miss is advising you out of concern.”

Elder Nan wasn’t really angry.

“Of course, my granddaughter means well for me; I know.”

Nan Jiaojiao smiled.

Uncle Qiu placed a plate of roasted duck in front of Nan Jiaojiao, saying, “This is from the newly built oven yesterday, roasted duck made today.

Didn’t Miss want to eat it?

A few days ago, the elder had someone invite a duck slicing chef from the Capital City, and the pancakes were brought by that chef.

Try them.”

“Oh, really?”

Nan Jiaojiao had casually mentioned it.

In the past few days, there hadn’t been any roasted duck on the dining table, and she hadn’t complained about wanting it.

She thought grandfather forgot, but it turns out he hadn’t forgotten; he actually invited a chef to prepare it.

She turned away, her eyes moist, taking a deep breath to hold back her emotions, then wrapped one and handed it to Elder Nan.

“Grandpa, give it a try.”

Elder Nan gave her a reproachful look but took it and took a bite.

Nan Jiaojiao wrapped another for Uncle Qiu, “Uncle Qiu, try it too.”

“How could I,” Uncle Qiu was flattered, instinctively reaching out with both hands to receive it, but Nan Jiaojiao withdrew a bit, motioning for him to use one hand.

Elder Nan said, “Eat it, it’s the child’s gesture.”

Only then did Uncle Qiu nod and, while eating, held it with one hand underneath.

The third wrap was for Nan Jiaojiao herself.

She ate several in succession, enjoying them thoroughly, feeling too full to move, lying back in her chair, rubbing her round belly.

Uncle Qiu brought over a tureen of bird’s nest and snow fungus soup, coaxing her into having a few bites.

“I really can’t eat anymore.

Grandpa, if you keep nurturing me like this, I’ll turn into a pig.”

“So what if you do?

Grandpa can afford to,” Elder Nan said.

“The Lantern Festival is over, are you really planning on lingering here and not leaving?”

Nan Jiaojiao froze, suddenly looking up, stammering, “Grandpa, are you driving me away?”

“Not driving you away; this is always your home.

But your friends, studies, career are all in Rongcheng.

It’s time to go back.”

“Grandpa…”

Elder Nan stopped her with a look, “You’ve spent a week with Grandpa, that’s enough.

Grandpa is content.

Your luggage is all packed, leave tomorrow.”

“…” She really didn’t know what to say, fearing she’d cry if she opened her mouth.

“Play a zither piece for Grandpa; it’s been too long since I heard it.”

Elder Nan stood up, and Nan Jiaojiao simultaneously got up to support him, “Then let’s go to the warm room; I’ll fetch the zither.”

“The zither is here; it’s been brought long ago.”

Uncle Qiu signaled towards the warm room, and sure enough, the zither she regularly used was already set up.