"Auntie Jia, how are you today?"
Although she will leave the United States tomorrow, Jiang Ruolan still didn't give up on her plan to take Jia Zhenzhen away. The day was getting closer and closer, but the progress seemed not too great. So, in the afternoon, she borrowed the sanatorium's kitchen and personally made two delicious meals along with egg-flower soup for her to drink.
As she fed the soup to Jia Zhenzhen, Jiang Ruolan smiled and said, "Do you feel it tastes different from what you normally eat here? I made it myself, how about that? Does it taste good?"
