The sight of her children in such a wretched state tugged at Mo Yaner's heartstrings. Her eyes moistened as she whispered, "Tuantuan and Yuanyuan, eat slowly. Grandmother has cooked a lot; there's enough for both of you."
They ate with such joy that Madam Xie's worries dissipated, and the smile on her face could not be contained, "Yes, yes, eat slowly. If it's not enough, grandmother will cook some more for you."
The two little ones were famished. With such delicious food before them—something they hadn't tasted in a long while since their father accrued gambling debts—they were used to nothing but doughy porridge or dark dense bread so tasteless their taste buds almost disappeared. Now, with delectable food in front of them, where was the space for minding others? They all but wished they could bury their heads in their bowls and not come up for air.
