At this moment, Little Shitou helped his mother to the kitchen door. Shitou's mom had a guilty look on her face, "Sis, Brother, I'm really sorry. You came to my home, and I should have cooked for you. But now it's you cooking for us instead."
"Sister-in-law, it's just a meal, don't worry about it. Besides, you're still sick." Xiaoxiao didn't bring up the fact that the sister-in-law couldn't see; that would be impolite. Even if she couldn't see, they probably hoped to be treated just like normal people, without constant pity. "Sister-in-law, have you been feeling any better these past two days?"
Listening to Xiaoxiao's caring words, Shitou's mom nodded, "Yes, much better, thanks to the medicine you brought. Otherwise..."
