The next day, early in the morning, Jhiang Yuan knocked on the door of room 2002, carrying an electric blanket.
"Sister Yuan, you're up so early?"
Zhang Kaiyang, with his bird's-nest hairstyle, had not had a haircut for a long time, turning from a lively young man into a scruffy uncle.
Ye Mianmian was cooking porridge, and hearing the noise, she came over as well.
They were now eating together, and as Zhang Kaiyang was on his own, he couldn't eat much, which also saved some liquefied gas.
"Mianmian, I have a spare electric blanket at home.
I thought of Grandma Ye, being old, I'd give it to her to use," she said.
She had bought a generator, so Jhiang Yuan wasn't worried.
Ye Mianmian was very touched, looking at her, not knowing what to say, tears brimming in her eyes.
"Sister Yuan, thank you, I was worried indeed. With this, Grandma will be much more comfortable."
"Alright then, please don't cry, it's so cold, be careful not to freeze your face."
