"Thank you, First Aunt." Xuxu received the bag and peered inside.
Jiang Qinglian held her hand and walked towards the table. "This is boiled pear soup, and it nourishes the lungs. I remembered that you loved it when you were a child. But I'm not sure if the taste is still the same."
Xuxu smiled. "Grandmother's boiled pear soup is still the best."
She bowed her head and fell silent.
She tightly clenched the handle of the bag as her long curled eyelashes fluttered. Sorrow, anger, and longing rapidly washed over her.
Jiang Qinglian watched Xuxu, and she was lost in her thoughts for a moment. She broke into a smile and patted Xuxu gently on her back. "Grandmother dotes on you the most. You and Third Yan are so loving now. She would be pleased and happy to know."
Xuxu couldn't suppress her emotions any longer and her eyes became red. She rubbed her belly and with sorrow lacing her voice, she said, "If only Grandmother was still here."
