She sighed quietly, then a relieved smile appeared on her face.
"From now on, Mom will make these delicious foods for you every day and raise you to be strong."
As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and a trace of joy appeared in her eyes.
"By the way, Chengcheng, do you remember that time when your grandpa was in the hospital, the kid named Xiaobao in the next room?"
Fang Cheng paused slightly, stirring the porridge in his bowl.
Of course he remembered, that little boy who had leukemia but was unusually sensible and well-behaved.
And the couple who ran around everywhere for their child's treatment, even going so far as to borrow high-interest loans.
Back then, it was in the hospital where he intervened to stop the thugs who came to collect debts, and thus, by a twist of fate, he met Ma Donghe.
"What's the matter, Mom? Xiaobao's illness…"
Fang Cheng asked in confusion.
Li Biyun smiled and waved her hand, saying:
