Chapter 213 (1/2)
old fool!
I'm still thinking about your eldest son when I'm dying!
”Grandma, don't worry. You must be fine. Let's eat something else today. The doctor said you can only eat plain soup, so I specially asked someone to make some tofu soup. You can drink more.”
LAN Enron brought out a pot of snow-white tofu with a little water and no oil foam. There were some floating scallions on it occasionally.
Zhao Xiumei picked it up and took a sip. It didn't taste at all. She frowned.
”Isn't there any salt?”
LAN Enron pretended to be surprised and tasted it.
”Ah!”
As soon as she got to her mouth, she vomited out with a bitter look on her face.
”Grandma, it's so salty. Why do you say there's no salt?”
Zhao Xiumei tasted it again. There was no salt, so she got angry and said.
”Dead girl! Dare you lie to me!”
She couldn't help knocking over a pot of tofu soup in front of her.
At this time, LAN Tingyun pushed the door in, and LAN Enron began to sob.
”Grandma, it's all my fault. You're sick and make you unhappy. I really made this tofu soup salty. I'll make it again!”
As soon as Zhao Xiumei saw LAN Tingyun coming back, she understood that this was intentional by the dead girl.
”There's no salt. What are you pretending? Will an old lady bully you?”
She quickly explained.
”Mom, what's the matter?”
LAN Tingyun came over and asked.
”Second, the dead girl dares to tease me. The tofu soup has no oil and salt. She has to say that there is something wrong with my taste. Isn't this a curse for my aggravation?”
Zhao Xiumei scolded angrily.
”Grandma, it's all my fault. This tofu soup really has salt. Grandma, I didn't lie to you.”
LAN Enron said miserably.
”Mom is a bowl of tofu soup. Don't quarrel with a child. I know you're in a bad mood. I'll help you upstairs to the rest area.”
LAN Tingyun said softly.
”What do you sleep for? I really think I'm a pig? 24 hours a day, I'll lie in bed for 18 hours. You still have my mother in your eyes? I'm not allowed to go anywhere. I'm in this small yard. You're going to house arrest me!”
Zhao Xiumei said angrily.
”Mom, no, you're not sick. Let's take good care of it. Is the medicine taken recently still effective?”
LAN Tingyun asked.
”Not much effect!”
Zhao Xiumei thought of her illness and looked dejected.
”Enron, why did you give your grandmother this when she was sick and needed nutrition?”
LAN Tingyun asked, looking at the tofu soup on the ground.
”Dad, I made a lot of soup for grandma. Grandma doesn't drink it.”
LAN Enron said wrongfully.
”You go and bring the soup.”
LAN Tingyun asked.