Jiang Feng took advantage of the night, went off the highway, and arrived at his grandmother's house.
It was already around nine o'clock in the evening.
His parents had been anxiously waiting, worried something might happen.
After the car entered the yard, Jiang Feng parked it and then lifted cows and sheep from the trunk.
At this moment, Jiang Shan said to Jiang Feng:
"Is the egg fried rice you make really that delicious? It's trending now, and my friends are even asking me about it."
"Your mom wants to try it too; make a plate for her."
Hearing this, Jiang Feng couldn't help but laugh.
"Sure, no problem."
Next to them, Jiang Feng's mother heard this and scolded Jiang Shan:
"You want to eat it, so just admit it, don't keep using me as an excuse."
Jiang Shan chuckled and replied:
"Just thinking ahead for you, isn't it?"
At this time, his grandparents also came out, inviting Jiang Feng to come inside to eat hot lamb stew.
