Chapter 213
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Old thing!
You're still thinking about your eldest son even when you're about to die!
"Grandma, don't worry. You'll be fine. Let's eat something else today. The doctor said that you can only eat some clear soup with your illness, so I specially asked someone to make some tofu soup. You should drink more."
Lan Enron took out a pot of white tofu. There was a little water in it, and there was no oil at all. There were only some floating green onions.
Zhao Xiumei took a sip. There was no taste at all. She frowned.
"Didn't you put any salt?"
Lan Enron pretended to be surprised and tasted it.
"Ah!"
She spat it out as soon as it reached her mouth.
"Grandma, it's so salty. Why did you say there's no salt?"
Zhao Xiumei tasted it again. There was no salt, so she said angrily.
"Damn girl! How dare you lie to me! "
She couldn't help but knock over the pot of tofu soup in front of her.
At this moment, Lan Tingyun pushed the door open and entered. Lan Enron began to sob.
"Grandma, it's all my fault. I made you unhappy when you were sick. This tofu soup is indeed a little salty. I'll make it again!"
Zhao Xiumei saw Lan Tingyun come back and knew that the damn girl did it on purpose.
"There's obviously no salt. Why are you still pretending? Do you think an old lady like me will bully you? "
She quickly explained.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Lan Tingyun walked over and asked.
"Second brother, this damn girl dared to tease me. This tofu soup has no oil or salt. She insisted that there was something wrong with my taste buds. Isn't she cursing my illness to worsen?"
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, it's just a bowl of tofu soup. Don't argue with a child. I know you're in a bad mood. Let me help you upstairs to rest."
Lan Tingyun said softly.
"What sleep? Do you really think I'm a pig? There are 24 hours in a day, and I have to lie in bed for 18 hours. Do you still see me as your mother? You won't let me go anywhere. I'll stay in this small courtyard. Are you trying to put me under house arrest?! "
Zhao Xiumei said angrily.
"Mom, it's not like that. Aren't you sick? Let's recuperate. Is the medicine you've been taking recently still effective?"
Lan Tingyun asked.
"It doesn't have much effect!"
Zhao Xiumei thought of her illness, and her expression turned gloomy.
"Enron, your grandmother is sick and needs nourishment. Why did you feed her this?"
Lan Tingyun asked as he looked at the tofu soup on the floor.
"Dad, I made a lot of soup for Grandma, but she doesn't want to drink it."
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