She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Don't worry about what method you use, but as long as Nannan wants to, I will never let you go without studying."

Grandma Yan touched Manshu's hair lovingly.

"Thank you, grandma." Manshu hugged Grandma Yan's arm and put his face against it.

In the past, Manshu rarely acted like this, and seeing her like this, the old man felt even more softened.

The beds in the two rooms had been made long ago. She asked Manshu to go to bed quickly and she packed the rest of the things by herself.

In fact, the things I brought were just bits and pieces, not much.

Manshu naturally wouldn't let his grandmother do it alone.

"I'll help you unpack it and take it out. You decide where to put it."

Grandma Yan couldn't persuade her and had to agree.

Although there didn't seem to be much stuff, the grandmother and granddaughter still packed up until after twelve o'clock.

Only then did Manshu go to take a bath and go to bed.

When it was almost time to go to bed, she went to her grandmother's room to help her adjust the temperature of the air conditioner.

Make sure the elderly will not catch a cold when sleeping before going to sleep with peace of mind.

The room where Manshu is lying now belonged to Yan Siyu in his previous life.

However, the bed was changed.

Lying on the soft big bed, she finally felt grounded.

What happened in the past few days was too fantastic. She didn't have time to think about it carefully, nor did she dare to think too much.

She couldn't imagine, what if all this was just an illusion?

She even pinched her face and only let go when she felt the pain.

No, it's all true.

She was murdered and reborn from hell.

Her life will be completely rewritten!

Manshu slept very well this time.

I slept until nearly ten in the morning.

Manshu sat up from the bed and rubbed his eyes drowsily.

The sunlight rushed in through the window screen, casting a mottled pattern.

She quickly threw back the quilt, got out of bed, opened the door and went out.

Grandma was sitting leisurely in the living room, with breakfast steaming on the dining table.

It’s buns, soy milk, and eggs.

You can tell at first glance that it was bought from outside.

"Woke up?"

Grandma Yan is an elderly woman who sleeps little, but she didn't wake Manshu up either.

I just took advantage of the morning to go out for a walk around the neighborhood.

"Nannan, go wash up quickly and have breakfast."

"I wanted to make it myself, but I'm not very good with kitchen stuff."

"I saw a breakfast shop near the door, and many people were queuing up to buy breakfast, so I brought one up for you."

Grandma Yan also ate the buns herself. After Manshu came out of the shower, she said, "I think the buns taste pretty good. You can try them."

"Okay, thank you grandma." Manshu tasted one.

The buns are small and cute, and you can eat one in one bite.

There were six buns on the table, with different fillings.

In the past, Manshu might have felt full after eating three, but after the blood power in her body awakened, she became more easily hungry.

The old man was naturally very happy to see that she had finished all the breakfast.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious, but it's still a little bit worse than what you made." Manshu pinched his index finger to indicate.

"Nonsense, I've asked around, this is an old shop that's been open for many years, and there's a long queue of people buying buns every morning, how can I compare to that?"

Grandma Yan just thought that Manshu was making fun of her.

"But in my heart, grandma's cooking skills are the best!"

Manshu was not so sweet-mouthed before, but now he is living a new life and has learned everything by himself.

Although Grandma Yan saw the changes in her, she was happy to see it happen.

"Then quickly teach me how to use those kitchen tools. Once I learn how to use them, I'll cook for you."

Manshu is a young person and she can learn kitchen stuff just by trying it out.

In the absence of an instruction manual, Grandma Yan can only rely on her.