Even when Dolly heard a car honk, she only glanced over for a moment before going back to devouring her barbecue.

“I’m back, Nana.”

It was Dylan’s voice.

He got out of his car with a bouquet and called out to Grandma May as he walked over. He said, “It smells great. This weather is perfect for a barbecue.”

Winter in Wiltspoon had always been weird. Grandma May did not even want to go outside yesterday as it was too cold. However, the temperature rose that day. It was nearing afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly. It even began to feel a little warm.

The Yorks would have barbecues occasionally throughout winter, but only during vacations, of course.

On the other hand, Grandma May could have a barbecue whenever she wanted.

Dylan thought, ‘When I get married and have a son, I’ll pass my business to him the moment he’s old enough to take over. I want to retire early and enjoy a relaxed life like Nana.’

Living a happy life was more important than becoming immortal.

“Mr.