Throughout the entire Birthday Feast, Senior Madame Mo hardly spoke with anyone from the Luo family, and she paid even less attention to Senior Madame Luo, conversing instead with a few of her own friends.
Mo Shiche had even less facial expression to show them and hardly ate anything, keeping Luo Qiangwei's hand in his own on his lap the whole time. He occasionally massaged her wrist and pinched her fingers as if her hand was some amusing and precious object he couldn't bear to let go of.
"Grandma, do you not have an appetite?" Luo Qiangwei got up smilingly, and took the opportunity to free her hand from the man's tight grip, "I'll go make you some egg custard. My mom used to make it for me often."
Upon hearing this, Senior Madame Mo showed a smile, "Oh, that would be wonderful. My granddaughter-in-law is so sensible, always thinking of me..."
