Jiang Changhai's house had every kind of dish. In less than an hour, the old lady had made four dishes and a soup.
When the last dish was ready, Jiang Mianmian, being very observant, went over to help bring out the dishes and rice, and Zhiwen and Zhiwu followed suit to lend a hand.
"Mm, Grandma, your food is really delicious," Jiang Mianmian praised sincerely after taking a bite.
"As long as you like to eat it, it's good. During this time, I'll cook for you every day, making sure you grow white and plump," Zhang Guihua said lovingly as she looked at her little granddaughter eating so sweetly.
"Okay, Grandma, you're the best to me," Jiang Mianmian happily agreed.
After dinner, Zhiwen and Zhiwu habitually picked up the bowls and washed them, leaving the old lady quite astonished.
"Zhiwen, Zhiwu, you don't need to work. Grandma will wash," the old lady, who cherished her grandsons dearly at home, couldn't bear to see them do the dishes.
