Back home, Yang Zhengshan tossed everything to Wang. There was no helping it—his former self's wife had died of illness, and the household affairs were all handled by Wang and Li.
Cooking and making clothes both needed them.
Yang Zhengshan could barely manage cooking, but when it came to making clothes, he was completely at a loss.
"Grandpa, buns!"
The moment Yang Zhengshan returned, his second grandson, Yang Chengmou, caught the scent. His little short legs wobbling, he toddled over.
Li, the second son's wife, followed behind protectively, afraid he might fall.
Yang Zhengshan lowered his head to look at his grandson hugging his leg, his gaze flickering.
The little fellow craned his head up, staring unblinkingly at the buns in his hand. So adorable!
Yang Zhengshan had never thought he liked children that much. He had even found them noisy and troublesome before, but now, looking at the three little ones in the house, he found himself less and less able to resist them.
"Grandpa will give Mao'er a bun!" Yang Zhengshan scooped up the little fellow, went into the kitchen for two bowls, and set them on the dining table in the main hall.
A meat bun was placed before the little fellow, and his face immediately blossomed with joy.
"Mother, bun!"
The little fellow still could not speak clearly, only popping out one or two words at a time.
"Thank Grandpa first!" Li stepped forward and said.
"Thank... Grandpa!" The little fellow had good manners.
"Eat." The corners of Yang Zhengshan's mouth lifted slightly as he placed a bowl before Li.
Li broke apart the bun and carefully fed the little fellow.
Yang Zhengshan was not playing favorites either. Since his second grandson had one, his eldest grandson could not go without. Wang was busy in the