"Despite that, every time Mr. Sun thought about Bai Bai giving away a recipe, he felt a huge loss inside.
Luckily, Xu Ying hadn't told Mr. Sun that it wasn't just one recipe, but several. Otherwise, the old chap would've been sure to cry from anger.
"Okay, okay, I'll leave you be since you have a plan. When are you holding the baby's full-month celebration? I need to go and have a good meal.
At that time, give me a child to hold and let me be called Grandpa. After all, I've treated you like my own daughter, so it wouldn't be too much to ask for a grandson or granddaughter, right?"
Xu Ying burst into laughter, "Sure, as long as you're ready to be a grandpa, keep the red envelopes ready; I'll let you have both."
Upon hearing this, Mr. Sun immediately broke into a cheerful laugh, saying generously, "Don't you worry about that, the red envelopes for my grandsons and granddaughters will definitely be plentiful.
