Su Chen glanced at the six steaming soups on the table, including pigeon and lotus seed soup and black-bone chicken soup with astragalus. Smiling, he patted Jiang Hui's arm but said nothing in praise.
"Everyone, sit down and let's eat together!"
Sicong and Qin Fen, who were already starving, immediately ladled themselves a bowl of soup the moment they sat down.
"Ahhh... I feel like a new man!" After downing a bowl of the slow-cooked soup, Sicong's spirits visibly lifted.
Su Chen shook his head, at a loss for words. 'It'd be nice if the soup were really that miraculous,' he thought. 'It's just that he was starving, and a hot meal is bound to make you feel good.'
"Grandpa~ Your grandson is calling~ Grandpa~ Your grandson is calling..."
"PFFT—COUGH, COUGH!" The moment Su Chen's phone started ringing, Sicong and Qin Fen, who had just been sipping their soup, were so amused that they choked.
"Old Su, that ringtone is hilarious. When did you change it?"
