Three people sat down to eat. Xiao Su first served Xiao Shu a bowl of soup, then used a spoon to remove the meat from the ribs, cut it into small pieces, and placed it in the small bowl in front of Xiao Shu. Xiao Shu ate by himself, getting oil all over his mouth, occasionally looking up to smile at Yang Ping, revealing a few small baby teeth, like a row of recently emerged white mushrooms.
"Did Chen Jianguo's trip to San Francisco cause quite a stir?" Xiao Su asked while wiping Xiao Shu's mouth.
"Yes, after all, it's a groundbreaking innovation."
"A patient paralyzed for twelve years walking on stage standing tall is more convincing than any expert."
"Indeed!"
Yang Ping nodded.
After dinner, Yang Ping took Xiao Shu for a walk downstairs in the community.
