Facing the elderly lady's expectant and kind gaze, Gu Qiangwei found the words at the tip of her tongue suddenly stuck there.
"Try it, please."
The elderly lady looked at her, her eyes filled with hope as if waiting for Gu Qiangwei's praise after she finished the porridge.
Seeing his wife's expectant gaze, Qin Guozhong couldn't help but speak again, "Look at how expectant your grandma looks. She must be waiting for you to finish so she can receive your praise. Just take a bite and compliment her to satisfy her!"
"Do you know? It's been since last September since she last cooked."
Facing Qin Guozhong's words and remembering Zhuang Yanyan had gotten up early to make porridge for her, Gu Qiangwei thought and thought; maybe a little bit wouldn't hurt, right?
Uh, it seemed that she had thought the same last time and ended up... fainting from the stomach pain.
"What's wrong? You don't like the porridge grandma made?"
