"Hello auntie. It's been a long time, how's your health?"
"Oh, isn't this Xiaofan, come come come. Quickly, have a seat. Why did you buy fruit, just come empty-handed next time. Have you eaten? I've made sweet soup, come have a bowl."
Chen Mengying's mother was very warm to Xiaofan, especially since she needed help during her recovery after surgery, Xiaofan would come every evening to help Chen Mengying push a small cart out, and the two would set up a stall together.
For Chen Mengying's mother, Xiaofan's visit was always welcomed, never treating him as an outsider. However, he hadn't come for a long time.
The apartment was a one-bedroom and living room, probably about sixty square meters, with decorations from the 90s, yet looked very tidy and clean.
"I was actually full, but if there's sweet soup here, I definitely must have a bowl. I've missed auntie's cooking for so long, I'm craving it." Xiaofan joked as he placed the fruit on the table.
