"Crab?" Ming Jing furrowed her brow. "Doesn't he know the elderly can't eat this?"
No one in the Zhus liked crab, except for Granny Zhu. What was Zhu Wentao trying to do?
"Well..." Madam Zhou hesitated. "The master probably didn't think that much. He didn't do it on purpose."
Ming Jing looked at Granny Zhu and asked, "Did he not go out today?"
Madam Zhou shook her head, "Madam went out early to meet friends, Xiangxiang went on a trip with her classmates. As for the young master, he's never idle when he's home."
Ming Jing glanced upstairs, rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen. "I'll make a stomach-soothing, spleen-strengthening porridge, and some medicinal cuisine. When Granny wakes up, I'll feed her a little."
Madam Zhou hurriedly said, "Miss, let me assist you."
"No need, Madam Zhou. Just take a break. You've worked hard taking care of Granny all this time."
