"Sure."
Nan Jiaojiao didn't think much of it; she didn't return to her small courtyard, feeling tired from wandering. She wasn't too keen on walking anymore, and she had a room upstairs.
After changing into fresh clothes and shoes, she went downstairs, where dishes were already being set on the dining table.
Nan Jiaojiao sat on Elder Nan's left side. She scooped a spoonful of sugar into the hot tangyuan soup, stirred it, letting the sugar dissolve and a layer of white bubbles float on top. She took a sesame-filled tangyuan and bit into it.
"Be careful, it's hot," Elder Nan said. "There's more; your bowl has five different flavors. There's rose filling in the soup tureen. You can scoop it up yourself later."
"Mm, mm."
Nan Jiaojiao felt the warmth in her mouth as Elder Nan wanted to add sugar to his bowl. She took the sugar jar away, saying, "Grandpa, eat less sugar. I just tasted it; the soup is already sweet."
