As evening fell, the doorbell of Shuiyue Restaurant rang.
At that time, Mi Shen was leaning on the couch watching TV, while Aunt Zhang was cooking in the kitchen.
Upon hearing the doorbell, Mi Shen jumped up to open the door and was slightly taken aback by the person standing there.
Molly raised her chin with pride, "What, don't recognize us anymore?"
It was Molly who knocked on the door; behind her stood the elderly Li, and Li Mingzhu.
"Great-grandfather," Mi Shen swallowed the potato chips in her mouth and called out obediently.
Old Li was as gentle and kind as always, entering with the support of his walking stick, "Shenshen, have you had dinner yet?"
"Not yet." Mi Shen personally bent down to fetch his shoes for him, as for Molly and Li Mingzhu, she didn't bother with them.
Molly, not taking offense, rarely in such a good mood, bent down to fetch two pairs of clean spare slippers from the shoe cabinet, donning one pair herself, while Li Mingzhu put on the other.
