When Old Lady Shen and Shen Qingzhu hurried over, they saw Shen Qinglan holding Jiang Xiangyang, sitting under the eaves.
"Granny." Shen Qinglan looked up and called out.
"Oh?" Shen Qingzhu looked surprised, "Wasn't he just crying earlier?"
"Almost scared me to death!" Old Lady Shen patted her chest, feeling a lingering fear, "I ran all the way here and almost fell apart these old bones."
Dong Yao walked over upon hearing, and said with a smile, "He kept crying just now, but stopped as soon as Qinglan held him."
"Seems like this little one is fond of Qinglan!" After her scare, Old Lady Shen said with a smile, "Look, he's smiling."
"Porridge's here!" At this moment, Zhuang Ruyue came over with the porridge, "I just warmed it up."
"Let me."
Dong Yao stepped forward, placed the ceramic pot of porridge to the side, and then scooped some into a small bowl.
