“What do you mean by bringing me young rabbit meat like this?” asked Grandma a little sarcastically.

I moved my legs a little clumsy.

“I cooked it without dirty oil, Grandma.”

“It’s not a matter of dirty oil, Kate. I'm old and can't eat meat cooked in such rare conditions. Grandma sighed afterwards.

I nodded in understanding. "Grandma doesn't like meat with a rare texture too? How about Grandma just eating my meat? "

"Bad boy, eat it for yourself. You don't need to give it to me," Grandma said with some annoyance. "I'm old and only eat fruit and milk when the sun goes down. I can't eat the...