Song Tingfan was used to others' harsh words and instinctively resisted, moving back half a step imperceptibly, when suddenly something supported his waist.
He turned his head and met the woman's smiling expression, and suddenly his heart calmed down. He pressed his lips together, "No need."
"General Song, you must accept it; otherwise, we won't leave."
The old woman patted her grandson's back, "Shun'er, give it to General Song."
The little boy obediently carried the basket over to Song Tingfan, "General Song, this is for you to eat."
Lin Ling looked at his father, then got off him, ran to the carriage, and quickly grabbed two fruits and brought them down. "You give us cakes, and we give you fruit."
Seeing that the little boy didn't want it, he said, "If you don't want our fruit, we won't take your cakes. My mother said there should be give and take to maintain a long-term relationship."
