Jiang Xiaoxiao studied the recipe thoroughly, even able to recite it backwards.
For lunch, Jiang Xiaoxiao cooked herself; the old lady was alone, quite advanced in years, and Jiang Xiaoxiao couldn't bear to let her work.
Just a simple meal.
Boiled fish, Mapo tofu, cold spinach salad, stir-fried potato shreds.
When Hao Zhigang returned home and saw the spread of dishes, he was a bit taken aback.
Yet, he felt more comfortable inside.
The little girl was quite considerate.
After finishing the meal, Hao Zhigang gave a thumbs-up.
Lately, his great-grandmother's health was deteriorating day by day.
Cooking was a big burden for her, yet he was often busy outside.
He simply had no time to care for his great-grandmother. It's been ages since he had such delicious home-cooked food, which naturally couldn't be compared to what was sold on the street.
He felt like he could eat more, noticing the old lady ate two bowls today, which was quite gracious compared to usual.
