The taste of the mung bean soup was mediocre.
Nevertheless, out of respect for Zheng Xianjing's effort, the two elders gulped down the soup in one go.
"Grandma, let me wipe your mouth." Zheng Xianjing handed over a clean handkerchief in a timely manner.
Elder Lady Mo teased from the side: "Indeed, a biological grandmother is a biological grandmother. Look at her, handing bowls and offering handkerchiefs. Me, a stranger, cannot enjoy such a privilege."
Biological grandmother?
There was a cold sneer in Zheng Xianjing's heart.
Elder Lady Zheng never treated her as a biological granddaughter.
This appellation was truly ironic!
Zheng Xianjing remarked with a smile, "Granny Mo, once Xiaodie is better, she will definitely be even more filial than me."
Of course, Elder Lady Mo liked hearing this comment.
She also firmly believed that Mo Hudie would definitely recover.
It had to be said, Zheng Xianjing was indeed a pleasing person, she knew how to win the favor of the elderly.
