Grandfather's idea had been wonderful, but after Jiang Siming easily beat him three games in a row, his expression changed completely.
Jiang Siming had obtained the Mastery of Chess skill. He had never used it after acquiring it, saving it specifically so he could come home and "bully" his grandfather. Hehe.
They set up another game. Grandfather Jiang stared at the chessboard, his eyes practically glued to it. He took a long time to make every move, afraid of falling into another trap.
In the end, Jiang Siming secretly went easy on him, deliberately letting the old man narrowly win a game. Only then did his smile return.
By the time the game ended, it was time to eat.
The whole family gathered around the table, which was covered with delicious dishes. Jiang Siming knew at once from the aroma that they carried the familiar taste of his mother's and grandmother's cooking.
No one even had to call him. He had already picked up his chopsticks.
Although he was now an excellent cook, and Xinyi and Zhirou were also very good in the kitchen, his mother's and grandmother's cooking still ranked first in his heart.
After all, it was the taste of his childhood, the food he had eaten growing up.
Seeing Jiang Siming wolfing down his food, Mother Jiang and his grandmother were delighted, and they urged Zhirou and the others to start eating as well.
The whole family was harmonious and happy. It felt wonderful.
That was why, no matter how far away they were or how tired they became, Chinese people returned home for the Spring Festival. Westerners simply could not experience this kind of atmosphere.
Attracted by the aroma, A'Nan and A'Li emerged from some corner. They knew it was mealtime.
"Mom, did you save any