"An'an, give me a hand." Sheng Ning came out of the kitchen carrying a clay pot, "Help me take this pot of soup to Grandpa Hai's house at the front." The whole family was full of elders, so Sheng Ning didn't dare to order them around. Just in time, An'an had nothing to do, so she entrusted this arduous task to her.
"Okay!" An'an jumped up from the floor.
"Wait a moment, I'll pack it in a bag for you, so it's easier to carry." Usually, when she cooked, she habitually made more, delivering a portion to both Old Master Chen and Grandpa Hai.
"Assorted mushroom soup, perfect for the elderly. You help me handle the front, I'll go to the back. Come back after you're done; it's time to eat."
"Okay!"
The two sisters packed everything, each carrying a portion and heading to their destinations.
