"Old Madam, you should eat too. This one is delicious." Little Nomi lifted her tender and white hand and picked up an egg roll from her bowl and placed it in Old Grandma's bowl.
Eldest Young Madam had always given it to her, but she hadn't eaten it herself.
"Well, well, well, Little Nomi is so good." Madam Dowager smiled from ear to ear.
The old lady was an open-minded person. She didn't think so much about her family background.
As long as Henry liked it, those things would not be a problem.
And she also believed in her precious grandson's eyes.
The moral quality of someone who could teach her precious great-grandson such a well-behaved person would definitely not be bad.
What's more, at the first sight of her, she liked her very much.
Sure enough, her grandson's eyesight was the same as hers.
Monique, the child taught Little Nomi so well that she was obedient and sensible.
She must have suffered a lot in the past few years with a child alone.
Grandma ate the egg roll and turned to look at Monique. Looking at her thin and weak body, she looked at Monique with even more loving eyes. "Monique, eat more. You're too thin."
"Yes, I've eaten a lot. These are really delicious." Monique answered with a smile.
She had been eating, but there was still a full bowl there.
Because Henry kept refilling food in her bowl.
She whispered to him, "Enough, enough, I can't eat anymore." But he still kept refilling food in her bowl.
On the contrary, Henry did not eat much, and no one noticed him.
Monique had thought that coming to the old house would be a very embarrassing thing, but she did not expect it to be so harmonious.
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