"Grandpa, that's enough! You can stop laughing at my gluttony now." Olivia Jenkins picked the shrimp one by one for Daniel Marshall and he didn't even hesitate to treat himself.
The old man, still smiling warmly and kindly, responded, "We would never laugh at you. We know how hard you've been working."
Olivia, a glint of laughter in her almond-shaped eyes, suddenly got up from her chair, picked a piece of fish for her grandpa and scooped up a serving of sweet and sour ribs for her father-in-law.
Michael Marshall said nothing but a rare soft smile appeared on his face.
He didn't hold back from the sweet and sour ribs Olivia got him.
Shrimp that Daniel had peeled were also shared with Grandpa and Dad.
The atmosphere in the dining room was unusually joyous. It had been a long time since the Marshall Family experienced such peace and tranquility.
Bella Thompson, alone in her room, found the meal unappetizing.
