Fang Zhiyuan paused in his dishwashing, took the pie, and felt a warmth inside: "Mianmian, thank you for the hard work. When you go back, help me thank Aunt Jiang."
He hadn't expected that after all this time, the old lady still thought of him so fondly, even sending Mianmian to bring him homemade cakes.
"It's nothing, Uncle Fang, as long as you're willing to eat them," Jiang Mianmian waved her hand dismissively.
"Mianmian, how is your grandma's health?" Fang Zhiyuan asked with concern.
"Uncle Fang, don't worry, my grandma is doing great. She's even working in the fields with my second and third uncle now. You wouldn't believe it, yesterday she went to the city by herself and scared my dad," Jiang Mianmian stood outside the kitchen, chattering like a little magpie to Fang Zhiyuan.
Yu Cheng was also chiming in from the side occasionally.
The arrival of the two children brought a lot of warmth and liveliness to Fang Zhiyuan's lonely one-bedroom apartment.
