Mu Wanxin calmly bit into the apple, chewed twice and swallowed, then turned around, "Ran is here, Grandpa was just talking about you."
"Really? Is Grandpa hungry?"
An Ran said while placing the insulated food container on the dining table, pushing it to the side of Old Mr. Mu's hospital bed.
"Grandpa is happy to see your wedding certificate."
Old Mr. Mu said, glancing at his grandson.
Mu Xingfeng resignedly helped Old Mr. Mu sit up gently and adjusted the table to the right position.
An Ran served the porridge, Mu Wanxin took over, "You rest for a bit, I'll do it," then she fed Old Mr. Mu spoonful by spoonful.
An Ran's cooking was truly remarkable, the seafood porridge was delicious and flavorful. For Old Mr. Mu, a true northerner who typically enjoyed plain rice porridge or corn porridge, this was the first time he found a seafood porridge so appetizing, he finished two big bowls in one go.
