As the grandfather and grandchild were bonding, from the doorway of the hospital room, Du Qing poked his head in and teased with a smile, "Did we come at a bad time?"
"Yeah, we really do feel superfluous," said a few other boys outside. It was Monday today, and after their classes, they insisted on following Du Qing over.
Among them, Little Fatty was the plumpest. In their rush to take a shortcut, they just missed Ruan Jianguo, who took the main road. Thus, the walk made Little Fatty's face turn red and sweaty, with a thin layer of perspiration on his forehead.
Clutching a lunch box, he approached Ruan Jiaojiao with a grin to show it off, "Sister, come, have some porridge. This is the porridge your brother brought you."
"Ruan Lei, you have no shame, it was obviously made by Third Aunt!" Ruan Chi couldn't stand his bragging and immediately called him out, but right after doing so, he leaned in to Jiaojiao and said, "Brother stoked the fire!"
