Ruan Shiyun looked at her two darling grandsons already eating, so she said to Tang Anzhi, "Xiaozhi, since Tengteng and Chenchen are eating, you don't need to worry about them anymore. Quick, have a bowl of chicken soup. The taste is very good, it's nutritious too. Drinking it will be very nourishing."
"Mm. Thanks, Mom." Tang Anzhi nodded and was about to get some chicken soup.
Huangfu Zheng took the bowl from her hand, "I'll get it for you." His wife's skin was delicate and tender, and the soup could be very hot. He didn't like his wife getting burned.
"Thanks." Tang Anzhi's lips couldn't help but curl into a slight smile.
"No need to thank me, it's something your husband is willing to do." Huangfu Zheng placed the bowl of chicken soup in front of Tang Anzhi, then ladled another bowl for himself.
