As the two were talking, they heard footsteps in the yard, accompanied by Old Granny Zhang's loud voice, "I forgot! I haven't brought you the bedding yet. Look at my memory—"
She then bustled into the main house and soon came out with the bedding, "Chongjin, come and take this—"
Song Chongjin quickly ran out to take the bedding. Old Granny Zhang patted him on the arm and softly reminded him, "Treat them well, don't neglect them."
Song Chongjin felt like a mirror in his heart, "Mother, don't worry!"
Only then did Old Granny Zhang dust off the dirt on herself and went into the kitchen to continue working.
Feeling grateful, Old Granny Zhang used all her cooking skills, frying, steaming, boiling, and deep-frying without sparing any effort. The person who usually felt distressed over wasting even a few drops of oil had used half a jar of oil today without batting an eye.
Not to mention, she had to make her specialty meatballs.
