"Uncle, have some more,"
Xiao Ling was in a great mood as she reached out with her chopsticks and gently placed a piece of vegetable into Chu Dazhuang's bowl.
Then, as if afraid they would sense something, Xiao Ling extended her chopsticks again and picked up another piece for each of their bowls.
"Eat more vegetables."
Xiao Ling chuckled, thought for a moment, and then spoke up again.
"Also, thank you, Uncle, for curing Grandma's illness, saving us from worry."
After finishing, she chuckled again and glanced around lightly, finally resting her gaze on Chu Dazhuang with a knowing look.
Next, she took the milk in the glass and gently sipped it.
Liu Deshui also laughed happily, as the recent checkup showed that Chu Dazhuang had indeed cured Liu Deshui's mother's illness.
His mind was finally at ease.
So now, the only thing he needed to worry about was his own wife.
His wife was pregnant, and he really didn't trust those doctors.
