Gu Weiwei looked down at her daughter in her arms and nodded with a smile.
"Make the noodles soft and put some vegetable mush with them."
"Okay, okay, I will go and take a look now," Mrs. Fu said and went to the kitchen to make sure the noodles were cooked properly for the two children.
Fu Shengying looked at his grandchildren and realized he could not ask to hold them anymore because Gu Weiwei was here. He picked up the newspaper he was reading from before and leafed through it in embarrassment.
Old Lady said passionately, "If you have work in the future, just send the children over. We have nothing to do at home anyway."
"Okay." Gu Weiwei nodded.
They were just talking when Mrs. Fu came out with two cute cartoon bowls.
"Here are the noodles."
Fu Shengying glanced at them and found that there was only a small amount in each bowl.
"What sort of portion is that? Is that enough for them to eat?"
