Yan Ye looked at his son with some surprise.
Honestly, his son didn't resemble other little heirs born with a silver spoon at all.
Just the fact that he's not a picky eater already puts him ahead of countless little heirs.
Which little heir would praise a peanut like that?
It's as if he hasn't had anything good to eat in his life.
"I heard you brought these peanuts back? Who gave them to you?" Yan's father also ate a black-skinned peanut; it tasted just like an ordinary peanut!
He couldn't tell what his grandson was so excited about.
"Somebody gave them to me," Yan Ye said expressionlessly.
"Oh... your friend is really considerate. Didn't forget to share peanuts with you." Yan's father was mocking him.
Mocking Yan Ye.
Yet, deep down, he felt genuine gratitude for that friend who gave the peanuts.
Such little gestures showed the friend's concern for Yan Ye!
