It’s often said that distance makes the heart grow fonder, now that Su Wanyu lives in town, she doesn’t see the old lady much, and they don’t have as many conflicts.
Plus, since she has given birth to a promising granddaughter, now a government employee earning more than her son, the old lady perceives her more favorably than before.
The relationship between the two is closer than before.
In the afternoon, Jiang Changhai returned from delivering goods and was very happy to see his mother.
When he heard the old lady came over just to cook for his daughter, and even brought along three precious hens from home, he immediately became fawning, giving his mom a shoulder rub and a massage.
"Mom, you’re the best. Only a loving grandmother like you could nurture such an excellent granddaughter," Jiang Changhai said, sweet-talking his mom.
"Of course, Mianmian takes after me. Otherwise, if she were like you two, with your laziness and cunning ways, how could you raise such a Little Prodigy?" Zhang Guihua replied, quite bluntly.
"Mom, how could you make it personal? My daughter takes after me and my wife, maybe only ten percent after you." Jiang Changhai stretched out his pinky, indicating a tiny distance.
"Hey, you cheeky boy, I reckon Mianmian’s just about as big as you were, saying that." Finishing her words, Zhang Guihua remembered she was still in the kitchen simmering soup, and quickly ran off without engaging further with Jiang Changhai.
By three o’clock, Zhang Guihua had finished simmering the chicken soup, and the aroma slowly wafted out as Zhiwen took a deep breath, exclaiming in delight, "Wow, Grandma, your chicken soup smells amazing."
"Mm, smells so good." Zhiwu also swallowed, looking eagerly at the old lady, with an expression full of desire.
The old lady naturally saw her two grandsons’ greedy looks, so she first served a big bowl of chicken soup filled with plenty of meat to Jiang Mianmian.
Despite still having more than half a pot of chicken soup left, she only served Zhiwen and Zhiwu each a small half-bowl.
"Here, Mianmian, this is for you." The old lady handed the big bowl to Jiang Mianmian.
"Thanks, Grandma." Jiang Mianmian said with a smile.
"No problem, eat more and Grandma will be happy." Zhang Guihua said with a beaming smile.
After serving Jiang Mianmian, she then handed the two small bowls to Zhiwen and Zhiwu respectively.
"Here, Zhiwen, Zhiwu, this is for you. You’re about to have dinner, so drink less soup and eat more." The old lady differentiated clearly.
The brothers glanced at the huge bowl in front of Jiang Mianmian, then looked down at their small bowls, yet without any dissatisfaction, they simply lowered their heads and drank their soup.
Jiang Mianmian took a sip of the soup contentedly, cheerfully praising, "Mm, Grandma, the chicken soup you made is really delicious."
"As long as you like it. Grandma will make soup for you with the remaining two chickens. When spring comes next year, Grandma will raise a few more, and will bring over a few each year for your mom to make soup for you." Zhang Guihua affectionately patted Jiang Mianmian’s back.
Zhiwen and Zhiwu had small bowls to begin with and big mouths, so while the old lady and Jiang Mianmian were talking, they’d already drank their chicken soup clean. Read complete versıon only at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Grandma, it was so delicious. When my entrance exams come, you have to make it for me," Zhiwu said, licking his lips, face full of longing.
"Okay, when you two have your entrance exams, Grandma will make it for you." The old lady looked at her two greedy grandsons without any intention of serving them more.