Luo Yan stood by and secretly looked inside.

Luo Hao had already walked to Luo's father.

He shook his sleeves back and forth, "Grandpa."

Luo Hao's voice was crisp and bright, but it also had a strong milk sound.

This is the unique voice of the Luo family. Except for Cai Luo Yu, who often doesn't speak, Luo Jiao and him are like this.

Luo's father moved his body and turned his head slowly.

Luo Hao raised his face, his big black eyes were wet, and he looked at him admiringly.

Luo's father slowly stretched out his hand and touched his head.

Luo Yu stepped forward and sent the tray over.

The aroma of the egg custard mixed with a little sesame oil immediately rushed over.

The stomach and intestines were uncontrollable.

Mr. Luo has no appetite.

"Grandpa is not hungry, he won't eat."

Perhaps because he cried for too long, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had been polished with sandpaper.

Luo Yu pushed the tray forward and insisted on looking at him.

Luo Hao looked puzzled.

He clearly heard that his grandfather's stomach was bulging, so why not eat it?

He swallowed and blinked, saying, "Mom made it delicious."

He went to serve the bowl.

Luo's father was afraid that he would be hot, so he hurriedly took the bowl before he picked it up.

Luo Hao looked up at him expectantly.
Chapter completed!