This meal was lonely for one.
The two of them ate together.
When Old Madam Yu heard this, she indeed made sense. She nodded and sat down. "Look at you. Even this granddaughter of yours is stronger than you. You're already so old, and you have to take care of your health. It's said that having an old person in the family is like having a treasure. In the future, this family will have to rely on you to survive for a few more years."
Old Madam Song originally did not have an appetite, but after hearing Old Madam Yu's words, she also felt that she, an old thing who had lived for most of her life, could not be inferior to her granddaughter.
Old Madam Yu was also right. No matter what happened to Mingzhao, she could only last as long as she could in this family.
Old Madam Song reluctantly picked up her chopsticks and said to Song Wanhui, "Yao Yao is a guest. You can't neglect her."
