"Lele finally wants to eat something!"
Liu Shurong burst into tears of joy. Without thinking much about anything else, she quickly extended her hands to take the small bowl of soup that Yan Tongtong had already prepared. She picked up a small spoon, scooped a spoonful of the aromatic fish soup, blew on it lightly, and then brought it to Lele's mouth,
"Come on, drink slowly, be careful, it's hot!"
Watching Lele open his mouth, slowly taking the fish soup into his mouth and swallowing it down, an indescribable excitement and joy surged in her heart.
After feeding a few spoonfuls, Wu Wenle seemed to think his mother was feeding him too slowly. He tried to sit up straight, lifted his thin, bony hand, and said softly:
"Mom, I, I'll do it myself."
Liu Shurong was taken aback for a moment before she realized. She hurriedly handed over the spoon she was holding, and carefully placed the small bowl of soup in front of Wu Wenle.
