Hearing Li Xia's words, Chen Shaoman was slightly taken aback.
Though she appeared carefree and boisterous, she always kept her jokes within limits and never did anything excessive. She also considered other people's feelings.
So, although nothing showed on the surface while Grandpa Luo was at home, she had actually been paying attention to some of his behavior. Seeing that Grandpa Luo liked cooking, she had been quite happy about it.
But she was not a doctor, after all, and did not know the reason behind Grandpa Luo's series of actions. Only after hearing Li Xia's explanation did she understand.
Grandpa Luo had not regarded this place as his own home. In his heart, perhaps Luo Ye was the only family he had left.
"So that's how it is." Chen Shaoman glanced toward the kitchen, then turned to look at the equally stunned Luo Ye.
Noticing his aunt's gaze, Luo Ye came back to himself and said, "Aunt, it's okay..."
Before Luo Ye could finish, Chen Shaoman frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "You brat, you're comforting me now? Don't worry. If I could get you to fit into our family when you were just a little runt, can't I get an old man to fit in now?"
Chen Shaoman did not think much of it.
After all, Grandpa Luo was merely an elderly man with Alzheimer's.
Though it was not a nice thing to say, if he did not have this illness, Chen Shaoman might not even know how to get along with him.
The next moment, the sound of a plate shattering came from the kitchen.
Luo Ye, Su Baizhou, and Li Xia all looked toward the kitchen again.
Gu Mingxuan, who had been sitting at the table, headed for the kitchen as if he were used to it. Chen