Baobao took a bit longer to wash his hands, and when Le Tong led him out, Ji Rui had already fed Mr. Ji a bowl of porridge.
Le Tong led Baobao directly to the sofa in the small living room, bent over to take out three bowls, and was about to serve soup. Lying on the hospital bed, Mr. Ji turned his head laboriously to look over with a soft voice, just loud enough for Le Tong to hear clearly.
"The soup and porridge were delicious, thank you."
Le Tong raised her head, slightly surprised, looking at the very haggard-looking Mr. Ji with a face full of scars, and after a moment, she reacted, replying awkwardly.
"No need for thanks!" To him, she felt no affection; doing these things was just for Ji Rui and Baobao, so she didn't think he needed to thank her.
"Grandpa, how about that? Baobao didn't lie to you, right? Mommy's cooking is really amazing!" Baobao completely unaware of the awkward atmosphere between Mommy and Grandpa, cheerfully tapped the bowl with a spoon.
