Old thing!
Still thinking about your eldest son even at death's door!?
"Grandma, don't worry, you will be alright. Let's eat something else today. The doctor said that you can only eat some simple soup with your illness, so I specially got someone to make some tofu soup for you to drink."
Lan Anran took out a pot of white tofu with a little water inside. There wasn't any grease at all and there were even some chopped green onions floating on top.
Zhao Xiumei picked it up and took a sip. She frowned when there wasn't any taste at all.
"Isn't there any salt?"
Lan Anran pretended to be surprised and tried it.
"Ah!"
She spat it out as soon as it entered her mouth, looking anguished.
"Grandma, it's so salty, why did you say there isn't any salt?"
Zhao Xiumei tasted and was sure that there was no salt and said furiously, "You brat! How dare you lie to me!"
She couldn't help but knock over the pot of tofu soup.
