Qiao Meixia quietly finished her porridge, silently taking in the surrounding warmth. And for the briefest moment, the tiny corners of her lips curved upward into a faint, almost invisible smile.
Following breakfast, the family remained seated around the long dining table for quite some time. Old Madam Jiang was visibly reluctant to let Qiao Meixia leave so soon. She kept lovingly piling various delicacies into her granddaughter's dish, making Qiao Meixia secretly wonder if her grandmother was attempting to feed her enough to last an entire week.
"Grandma, I am completely full." Qiao Meixia finally spoke up, setting her utensils down.
"You only consumed a single bowl of seafood porridge and a few small side dishes. How on earth can you be full? You ought to eat much more." Old Madam Jiang insisted, her brow furrowing slightly in disapproval.
"I am truly stuffed." Qiao Meixia stated deadpan, gently rubbing her slightly rounded stomach to prove her point.
