The old man's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
Could there really not be a single jar left?
That couldn't be...
He clearly remembered...
If he'd remembered wrong, wouldn't that be embarrassing?
He'd already told Young Friend Xiao he would give him some...
"Grandpa Zou, if you can't find it, that's okay."
Xiao Xiao's lips curved up.
"Having some pastries is enough."
"You've already made so many pastries for me..."
"If you give me anything else, I'll feel like I'm just here mooching food and drink from you."
The old man couldn't help laughing.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm the one who wants to give you something."
"Just accept it."
"Wait a little longer."
The old man tried to calm the anxiety and irritation rising in him because he couldn't find the jar.
"I'll keep looking."
"The pastries aren't ready yet, anyway."
"All right."
Xiao Xiao nodded.
"Don't rush, Grandpa Zou."
"We have plenty of time."
"Be careful not to bump into anything."
The kitchen wasn't small.
But it was nearly crammed full of all sorts of things.
It had a lived-in feel, but finding something you couldn't remember where you'd put...
That really was quite difficult.
"Mhm, mhm."
The old man answered vaguely a couple of times.
His mind was entirely occupied with trying to remember where his wife had put the Osmanthus Jam last year.
Had he been there at the time?
Had his wife told him where it was?
He'd definitely eaten Osmanthus Jam...
Had his wife always brought it to him?
Otherwise, why couldn't he remember at all where the Osmanthus Jam was?
Good grief~
The old man let out a heavy sigh to himself.
That feeling when you should know something, but it was as if a veil had been drawn